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problem with
a succubus marrying into the family,” he informed me, never taking
his eyes off the angry shifters facing us.
    “Bring it on boys,” I challenged. Fangs began
to sprout from the angry group of idiotic shifters. Their eyes
emitted an intense glow that illuminated the dimly lit hallway.
    Moving a hand to Logan’s back I pulled out my
blade, as his hands simultaneously sprouted talons. I huffed,
jealous of both his fangs and razor sharp claws.
    The first two moved with impressive speed as
they lunged, snarling at us. I braced my legs wide for the impact.
Logan, however, leapt in front of me, taking the brunt of the hit.
His powerful shoulders bunched under the effort to keep from being
shoved back.
    Not one to miss a fight, I kicked out at the
closest one, thankful for the floor-to-hip slit in my dress,
landing a solid hit to the solar plexus. The shifter’s air whooshed
out of his body, bending him forward. Following my kick with an
upper cut, I sent the first idiot onto his back with a bloody
nose.
    “I can’t believe I have to save your ass yet
again!” I yelled at Logan in the tiny hallway, as I slammed the
second idiot’s head into the plaster.
    Okay, so I was enjoying myself, a little
bit.
    “I didn’t ask for your help,” he barked at
me, breaking the arm of his attacker.
    “No, you just brought the fight to a location
where you knew I would be,” I answered, slamming my foot between
the thug’s legs, grinning evilly when his eyes bugged out of his
head.
    Spinning, I wheeled my elbow into the
original idiot’s temple, dropping him for a second and final
time.
    “I am perfectly capable of handling this
myself,” Logan growled, body slamming his next attacker with
ease.
    I shrugged, realizing we had dispatched the
crowd quickly. “I needed a good fight, anyways,” I said, slipping
my blade under his jacket for safe storage again.
    I hadn’t used the blade to do anything more
than inflict surface wounds on the idiots. We hadn’t killed them,
but we had delivered impressive damage; hopefully, the message
would be taken seriously by any who disagreed with Kass and
Darren’s marriage. Besides, killing people at Kass and Darren’s
wedding seemed pretty terrible, even for me.
    “Let’s get back,” Logan said, turning.
    “Whoa, turbo,” I advised, pulling him back
around.
    He looked down at my hand on his bicep,
annoyed as I brushed plaster off his shoulder and out of his
hair.
    “Am I wearing any plaster?” I asked, hands on
my hips.
    “No,” he responded curtly, turning back to
storm down the hallway.
    …
    If I thought I had been excited to sit down
and eat, then I was ecstatic when we ushered Kass and Darren
through a tunnel of sparklers to their awaiting limo.
    My final duties were to clean up, and to
gather and deliver gifts. Once I completed those tasks, I headed
outside to find Blake.
    He was leaning against a pillar looking
around at the peaceful landscaping. Slipping up behind him, I
wrapped my arms around his waist, a contented sigh passing over my
lips.
    “Penny for your thoughts?” I asked
softly.
    Resting his hands over my own he said, “Do
you ever want to be married?” He didn’t look back at me.
    I rested my cheek against his shoulder,
thinking about the question before I answered. “I never thought I
would find anyone I wanted to marry, until I met you.” I hesitated,
realizing I had just opened up a piece of my heart to him.
    Blake turned in my arms, smiling softly as he
leaned down to kiss me gently, stroking my cheek. He leaned back,
searching my eyes before turning us to head toward the car. I
hadn’t asked him the same question. I was afraid of the answer. I
was afraid this wedding had made him realize that I wasn’t marriage
material, and I was not ready for the beautiful bubble to come
crashing down around me.

Chapter 3
    It had
been a long time since I had pissed off Grams this badly.
    Granted, since I had pulled her from
destitution as a cocaine