One month later
Elora
“Hear me out,” Theo started, following me down the hall to my room. “You could go to this high school thing with kids you
don’t even like or,” he grabbed my hand, spinning me around to face him. He pulled his t-shirt off in record time, revealing his drool-worthy abs. “You could stay home, and we could get freaky,” he wiggled his eyebrows.
Giggling at his attempts to convince me not to go, I rolled my eyes. He’d been trying for ten minutes, and I had to admit, this was his most tempting offer thus far.
Wrapping my arms around his body, I peered up at him. “Theo, I’ve been planning this dance for months, and it’s finally happening. What if something goes wrong? I can’t trust anyone else to know what to do. Plus, I was nominated for homecoming queen. I have to go,” I explained before breaking away from him and walking to my room to change.
He groaned behind me. “Nothing will go wrong because you’re the one who planned it!” He chuckled. “You do realize that you’re a real princess, right? Not a pretend high school queen,” he called.
Sending him a look over my shoulder, I laughed. “You remind me every day.” Well, he reminded everyone daily, not just me.
Standing in my shower, I started to get ready for the dance. This was the last high school event I’d be attending. Thanks to my magnificent mind, I was graduating early and wouldn’t be going to prom. That was perfectly okay with me, though. It just meant I could start college sooner and work towards my goal of becoming an anesthesiologist.
Quin and Theo thought I was insane when I told them I wanted to continue school, even if I didn’t end up actually working as an
anesthesiologist. They didn’t understand that just because I was living forever didn’t mean I still didn’t have goals I wanted to complete in a timely manner.
After I died and Dane brought me back, they were all confused about what I had become. At first, I was too. Since then, Dane had been doing blood tests almost daily, seeing how my blood cells compared to human and vampire blood. He was trying to understand what happened that night, seeing as it had never been done before.
I wasn’t a vampire but was made immortal with Felix’s royal blood. Dane said I would never age, and when I was hurt, I healed like they did, only much slower. I was not strong or fast, I didn’t have super hearing or smell, and thank the heavens, I didn’t crave blood. I slept, ate, and breathed just like I always had. I could even pop my joints. Unfortunately, I still got my period every month; I likely always would because I stopped aging at nineteen.
By far, the best thing about my immortality was that I was automatically joined to their mind-link they’d always had. I’d never liked that they were able to talk to each other, and I wouldn’t know what they were saying. Now, I was an official member of their clan.
I did wish Theo would stop calling it the kink-link, though.
Another massive upside was that I had the ability to bring people back from the dead, heal them, and take their lives if I needed to. Obviously, I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Still, if I was ever in a situation where I needed saving, I could save myself. Dane had me practice on a beetle one day because although I’d be bringing it back to life, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt a bunny.
We couldn’t confirm it, and Dane disagreed with me, but I think I got the gifts of death and resurrection because I died myself and was brought back to life. It made the most sense and was ironic in a way. Who knew why I got the gift? I was just glad I got to brag to Quin about it. He was definitely jealous that I could take out an entire field of people in the blink of an eye if I wanted to.
A few days ago, Dane was acting strange, like he felt guilty about something. When I approached him about his abnormal behavior, I got a response I’d never expected.
Dane sat across from me at the dining room table. I was doing schoolwork, and he was typing on his laptop. For the past few days, he’d
been oddly quiet. I kept catching him looking at me, then quickly looking away like he was now over his laptop screen.
I’d been waiting for him to snap out of his funk, thinking maybe he wasn’t entirely over what had happened yet. All my guys needed extra loving after I died; they weren’t themselves for weeks after that day. Of course, I understood and assured them that I was perfectly fine. They got extremely clingy, which I obviously loved.
If I were in their positions and had to watch any of them die in my arms, I would have acted the same way. That day was traumatic, and I didn’t blame them for worrying about me.
But that wasn’t how Dane was behaving, and I didn’t like him acting this way.
Deciding to finally approach him, I pushed my homework aside and walked over to him. He noticed my destination and moved his chair back so I could sit on his lap.
My legs were on either side of his thighs, and my arms wrapped around the back of his neck. I tilted my head to the side in inquiry. “What’s wrong?” I prompted.
Dane looked taken aback as if he thought I hadn’t noticed his change in behavior. “Nothings wrong,” he denied. I knew he wasn’t being honest, but I kept staring at him instead of pushing, knowing he’d give in. Dane wasn’t a liar and knew he couldn’t keep a secret, especially from me. I might have had oblivious tendencies, but I noticed the small things.
He breathed, and his hands massaged the small of my back. “I got curious and did something without asking you first,” he admitted.
Not understanding, I knitted my brows in question. Nothing had changed in my life or theirs since I came back to life. What could he have possibly done that I wouldn’t have noticed already? “What do you mean?” I asked.
Dane’s eyes wandered my face a few times as he tried to find the words to say. “You know how I’ve been running your blood tests in the labs at work,” he began.
I nodded.
“Two days ago, I passed by a machine, and without even thinking to ask you–or if you even wanted to know–I ran your blood through a DNA test,” he confessed. “Elora, I’m sorry I didn’t ask and waited to tell you. I really
don’t know what came over me when I did it, but that’s not an excuse. I understand if you’re angry with me,” he apologized.
I… didn’t know how to feel about that. I looked into Dane’s eyes, finding nothing but guilt and sincerity. He didn’t need to feel bad about this; everyone got curious. The identity of my parents had never mattered to me. It still didn’t. I’d never questioned my childhood; I was just glad to be here with my guys, no matter how I may have gotten here.
Sending him a smile, I hoped to reassure him. “Dane, I’m not mad at you.” His shoulders relaxed. “I do wish you would have asked before making a decision like that. I also don’t like that you thought you had to keep this from me,” I gave him a pointed look, gently scolding him.
He ran his hands up the back of my shirt and rubbed my bare back comfortingly. “I know, Angel. I was worried about how you’d react,” he claimed.
Fidgeting with my hands, I let my mind wander. “Well… did you figure out who my parents are?” I asked lightheartedly, my own curiosity showing.
He nodded.
“Do I want to know?” I questioned. If they were terrible people, I’d rather not know about them. Ignorance is bliss.
He tilted his head to the side, giving me a gentle smile. “Your mother’s name is Elenor. She got pregnant at fourteen. She was kicked out after her parents found out about the pregnancy and was living in shelters. I’m assuming she couldn’t afford or support a child at the time. There was no DNA match for your father,” he answered.
Fourteen? She must have been so scared and alone. It made me sad for her, and I understood why she left me now. I bet she thought one of the shelters would have taken me in, and I would be placed in foster care, where a capable family would raise me properly.
“How is she now?” I asked, hoping her life got better, just like mine did.
“She owns a small floral arrangement business in Maryland with her wife. Happy and healthy,” he assured, clearly prepared for any questions I might think of.
That brought a smile to my face. I was happy for Elenor. Good, she deserved a happy ending after her unfortunate childhood. I hoped she knew I was okay; I’d hate for her to feel guilty all these years later.
An idea took over my thoughts as I peered at Dane. “Do you have her address?”
He nodded. “I can arrange a meeting if that’s what you want.” I loved that he was so supportive, but I didn’t think that would be productive for Elenor or myself. We were both content and happy in the lives we’d created for ourselves.
“That’s not what I want,” I assured with a shake of my head. I placed a small kiss against his round lips, and he smiled into it. I hopped off him. “I want to write her a letter, though, letting her know that everything turned out okay. If I were her, abandoning a four-year-old would weigh heavy on the heart, you know?” I explained.
Dane smiled. “I think that’s a great idea, Angel. I’ll send you her address.”
That night, I sat at my desk for an hour, trying to find the words to express my thoughts. It wasn’t an easy task because I knew this letter would shock her. After fifteen years, I doubted she would expect to hear anything about me ever again, nonetheless receiving a letter from me.
As soon as I started writing, the pen moved naturally across the paper. I somehow knew exactly what I wanted her to know.
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Holding the paper in my hands, I read it repeatedly, wanting to be sure I got my point across. I was careful not to add too much emotion because, at the end of the day, I didn’t have or want a connection with her. This was strictly to bring her peace of mind if she had any regrets or guilt. I wanted it to be lighthearted yet sincere.
Feeling someone’s eyes on me, I turned to see Felix in my doorway, leaning against the frame. His arms were crossed across his broad chest, a small smile on his lips.
“Why are you lingering? Come here,” I giggled.
He uncrossed his arms and slowly walked over to me. “I know this is important to you. I didn’t want to disturb you, Baby,” he explained. He ran his hand through my hair, gesturing to the letter in my hands. “May I?” He asked cautiously, as if telling me I wouldn’t hurt his feelings if I told him no.
I nodded, handing him the paper. I needed someone to proofread it anyway.
His eyes moved across the page, reading each word as if to memorize the contents of it. Their minds worked differently than human minds; they could process information quickly. I knew he only needed a few seconds for his eyes to read the short letter.
He placed the paper back on my desk with care. “What do you think?” I asked, uncertainty evident in my tone.
There was a pause as he ran his hand through my hair again. The action was much softer than Felix usually was with me. “I think it’s perfect,” he whispered. His eyes held a tenderness that I didn’t get to see often. “I wish I could see the world through your eyes like Lucifer gets to. You somehow find the good in the worst of situations. Your ability to forgive those who are undeserving is admirable, Baby. When she reads that, I’m sure she’ll find comfort in it.”
Trying not to get emotional at his compliment, I smiled through the happy tears. I leaned my head on his big hand, gazing up at him lovingly. “I love you.”
He grinned down at me. “I love you more.” He gestured to the door. “Eugene wants to go out for ice cream. We can drop it off at the post office on the way?”
That sounded wonderful. I stuffed the letter into the already made-out envelope and sealed it. Grabbing his hand, I followed him out of my bedroom.
It was a good day, and I was very grateful that Dane decided to do the DNA test. Although it was never something I wanted to be answered, I found comfort in knowing where I came from and why my mother left me. It was closure; now, I’d never be curious or ask questions.
“Have you decided on a dress yet, Love?” Eugene asked, stepping into my bathroom.
“I have a few that I like but haven’t decided,” I responded. I had so many pretty dresses that I didn’t get to wear often; it was difficult to choose.
“Would you like me to choose for you?” He peeked his head into the shower, grinning down at me. His eyes flashed bright red as he slowly looked my body over.
Heaven help me. Stay strong, Elora. Don’t fall for their seductions, or you’ll never get to the dance. I thought to myself.
I turned the shower off, grabbed a towel quickly, and gave him a scolding look. “You can try,” I smiled sweetly at him. Chances were, whatever he picked, I’d change my mind ten times before deciding on a dress.
Eugene pulled my damp body against his. “Theo couldn’t convince you to stay?” He kissed me behind my ear. I shivered, relaxing into him as he trailed his tongue down my neck.
Gently shaking my head, I pulled away from him with every last ounce of willpower I had left. “No, and neither can you,” I pointed a finger at him. “Go pick me out a dress,” I grinned, not falling for his evil schemes.
Eugene put his hand over his heart, playing offended. “I’d never,” he smirked.
“Go, Eugene,” I said firmly, but my smile gave me away.
He chucked as he walked into my closet. I fixed my hair and put on light makeup, not wanting to look powdery under the multicolored lights at the dance.
Eugene walked around the corner with two dresses in his hand. “I like these three,” he grinned at me.
He held a white bodycon dress with long sleeves and a green silk one. “You’re only holding two dresses,” I observed.
“The third option is you stay home with us, completely naked.”
“I’ll take the white one,” I giggled, grabbing the dress and walking past him.
He groaned. “I spent ten minutes thinking of that line–” “I’ve spent four months planning this dance.”
He pushed his lips together before his face relaxed into a soft smile. He grabbed my face, pulling me close to him. “And I’m sure it’ll be as beautiful as you are, my Love,” he gently kissed me.
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“You look absolutely stunning, Baby,” Duke complimented, grabbing my hand as I reached the bottom of the steps.
“It’s kinda short…” Theo mumbled, his eyes locked on my ass.
“It’s the same length as most other skirts and dresses I wear?” I questioned.
“Yeah, short,” Dane chuckled.
Quin gave me a devilish grin before he reached down and gripped the backs of my thighs. “Mmm, I like it,” he bent down and kissed me.
Theo rolled his eyes. “Yeah, it’s hot, but those shit-ass boys are going to look–”
“Let them look,” Felix said as he walked out of his office with Lucifer behind him. “Because at the end of the night, she’ll be ours to play with,” he smirked at me. “Isn’t that right, Baby?” He cocked an eyebrow at me.
“Uh-huh,” I mumbled as a blush dusted my cheeks.
Dane grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the door. “Ready to go, Angel?”
I nodded, walking out with him.
“Make good decisions, Kitten,” Lucifer muttered softly after us. That was a warning if I’d ever heard one.
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Loud music and dazzling pink lights danced across the high school gym. It was better than I imagined, and I was so proud of myself for putting this event together.
The dance was really fun–thanks to me. Of course, I loved every song that played. Whenever one that Quin picked played, I caught myself missing him and my guys more than I usually did.
Although this was fun, and I was having a good time, dances like these weren’t my scene. Gross, sweaty, and germ-covered teenagers jumping around and acting crazy made me anxious. There was someone bumping into me every few seconds, which was why I decided to rest at the back of the gym for a breather.
The principal stood on the stage with two crowns in hand. “It’s time to announce the prom queen and king!” He grinned.
The crowd cheered, and a few of my peers gave me excited looks. I’d never been competitive, but I was up against Willow. To say that I wanted to crush her like a bug was an understatement.
The principal held a piece of paper, dramatically reading the contents. “Your homecoming king is… Daniel!” He revealed, and everyone cheered.
Not wanting to seem rude, I politely clapped.
“And your homecoming queen is…” I looked up at the man wide-eyed, hoping he’d say my name. “Willow!”
Oh.
The room was quiet except for a few claps. A few students gave me a confused look, and I bit my lip.
You know what? She should have her moment. Things like this meant a lot to narcissistic people; if she won, I had no reason to be bitter. I smiled, clapping for Willow as she stood beside Daniel onstage with her fake crown. A fake-ass crown for a fake-ass queen.
The students followed my lead and clapped for the homecoming royalty. I hope they married each other; I really did.
Willow started giving a speech about how humbling it was to be elected queen and a bunch of other phony crap.
A large presence behind me appeared, sending shivers down my spine. Even Lucifer, who was always lingering in my mind, seemed tense. The tiny piece of him I could feel got more intense as he got on alert.
“Who’s dick did she have to suck to win this time?”
All my worries faded away, and Lucifer shrunk back. I smiled hugely, turning around to look up at Jason, clad in jeans and a button-up. He looked more rugged than he used to, but it suited him. “Jason!” I wrapped my arms around his middle, genuinely relieved to see him. “I thought I’d never see you again.” I pulled away and looked up at him. “How have you been? Last time I saw you, you had a tail!” I giggled.
He chuckled. “Hey, the tail is a total babe magnet,” he defended.
I cocked an eyebrow. “Oh definitely. Nothing attracts women more than peeing on them to mark your territory,” I joked.
Loud music started playing again, and I walked with Jason out into the hall. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you busy with all your werewolf stuff?”
He gave me a pointed look. “Last time I saw you, you were dead, Smalls. I didn’t know you were alive until a week ago, so I had to come see you myself.”
He saw me? I pushed my eyebrows together. “You were there?” I asked. He nodded. “We got wind of rogues heading to Washington, and I had a hunch they’d come for your seven vampire boyfriends,” he grinned down at
me. “Handcuffs in the shower–”
I flicked his arm and averted my eyes. “Are you ever going to let me live that down?”
“Never.” He tilted his head. “Anyways, I had a feeling something bad would happen, so I went against everyone’s judgment and took a few of my pack mates down. And that’s when I saw you,” he looked into my eyes.
“I’m sorry you had to see that. I know it wasn’t a pretty sight,” I blushed. Jeez, dying was embarrassing.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “What happened? How are you alive?
What’s with your eyes? Come on, Smalls, spill the tea,” he urged.
After I laughed at his interrogation, I explained everything to him. He listened like a little kid being told a story, getting excited when I told him about my gifts. I hadn’t thought about it much, but I was fortunate to have a friend like Jason. He was just always there without a second thought. He would live as long as I was, so he was quite literally my best friend for life.
He kept checking the time, and I knew he had ‘alpha’ things to do. I touched his arm. “Come visit me, okay?” I smiled at him.
“I’m actually meeting with Felix next week,” He informed with a smug grin.
I widened my eyes in surprise. “Um, why?” I asked. I blinked, “Wait– you planned a meeting with Felix? I didn’t even know you were civil with them. Isn’t there the whole vampires and werewolves being natural enemies thing?” I rambled.
Well, I hoped it was going to be a civil meeting. My guys would wreck him in any fight, and I didn’t want that to happen.
He chuckled. “Well, let’s just say a certain King and a certain Alpha are joining forces to eradicate rogues after a certain human girl was killed,” he gave me a pointed look.
My lips parted in shock. “Really?” I wondered. “Wow, all I had to do was die, and the rivalry between vampires and werewolves ends?” I joked.
“You should have died a long time ago,” he laughed. He ran his hand through his hair, “Hey, Smalls?”
“Yes, Tails?”
His eyes swelled with emotion for a moment before he grinned at me. “Thanks for not dying,” he said softly.
My heart warmed, and I grabbed his hand. “Drive me home?” I asked.
The dance was a success, but now I was exhausted.
He nodded his head once before leading me out to his jeep. I got in and buckled up. “I don’t understand something,” I started, and he glanced at me as he drove. “If all the other werewolves advised you not to come help, why did you?”
At that point, he was still a brand new alpha proving himself to his new followers. Why would he risk their trust by coming to help the royal vampire clan?
Jason tensed, his eyes wandering the road. “When I first shifted, everything in me told me you weren’t safe. I knew the vampire standing behind you had bad intentions,” he explained. There was a thick pause, and I caught him glancing at me. “Elora, you were there for me when I didn’t have anyone else. You’re my best friend, and I’ll always come to save your clueless ass–”
“Hey!” I laughed. “I’m not clueless.”
“Are you kidding me? There’s not a single thought in that airhead of yours,” he jabbed, and we both laughed.
I had my moments; I’d give him that. “Listen, you have a tail and probably fleas, so I don’t want to hear it,” I held a hand up to him for emphasis.
“How old are your seven boyfriends again?”
“They’re not my boyfriends, they’re my soul mates,” I corrected. He made that sound so bad.
He wiggled his fingers. “Ooo,” he snickered.
“They are! Some Greek vampire who can see people’s auras told us,” I explained.
Jason slowly turned to me, pushing his eyebrows together. “And you’re giving me shit for having a tail? Do you hear what you just said?”
He had a point… With a shrug, I stuck my tongue out at him, giving him an amused smirk before we both broke out in laughter. My life was so strange, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
We pulled up to my house in no time. Jason parked in the driveway, and his gaze immediately shifted toward the manor. His eyes looked sad for a split second, like he heard or saw something I didn’t. I was about to ask when he turned to me with a small smile. “See you around, Smalls.”
“You will. And next time I see you, I’ll have a big chew toy so we can play fetch.” I giggled.
He rolled his eyes. “Will the werewolf jokes ever end?”
Stepping out of his jeep, I smugly shook my head. “Maybe in a few hundred years when I run out,” I winked. This was going to be too much fun!
He briefly looked down at the passenger seat before smiling back at me. “I look forward to it.”
Obnoxiously waving bye to him, I stepped into the house. “I’m home!” I called, knowing that they had already heard me.
After getting no response, I wandered the first floor. The kitchen, living room, and dining room were empty. “Where is everyone?” I asked, hoping someone would respond. I knew they were home. “Hello?” I called.
“In the ballroom, Baby,” Felix answered through the mind-link.
I scrunched my eyebrows, wondering what they were doing in there. We hadn’t used that room since the gathering.
My feet started walking on their own accord, my nerves flaring up for some reason. I had a suspicion they were up to something. The fact that Lucifer was so quiet in my mind was strange and didn’t help my speculation.
What were they up to…
Pushing the heavy door open, my heart immediately warmed at the sight of all my guys dressed extra handsomely.
Felix and Duke were wearing suits, ironed and fitted to perfection. Eugene wore black slacks and a gray turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Quin wore dark jeans and a black button-up with the first few buttons undone, revealing his muscular chest. Lucifer wore an all-black fitted suit; even the shirt underneath was black. Dane’s suit was blue, with a pink handkerchief in the pocket. Theo was in jeans, a white button-up with the front completely open, displaying his toned torso.
They stood in a line in the middle of the room, about a foot away from one another. I smiled nervously. “What’s going on?” I giggled as I started walking to them.
Eugene extended his hand to me, and I grabbed it, looking up at him with wide, confused eyes. “Do you remember when I asked if you wanted something more permanent than a bracelet, Love?” He questioned with a smile.
Slowly nodding, I glanced at the green and blue bracelet tied around his wrist. I looked down the line at the rest of my guys, all looking at me with adoration. I narrowed my eyes at the little black boxes in each of their hands. My eyes rounded as they darted to Eugene’s free hand that held the same black box.
My eyes welled with tears as realization dawned on me. They were proposing… Marriage wasn’t something I’d ever given much thought to. I just assumed we’d always be together regardless of rings or fancy paperwork. But they wanted to marry me?
Eugene grabbed my face, placing a gentle kiss against my lips before he sunk down on one knee. “What do you say, Love? Let’s make it official,” he grinned, opening the box. A beautiful pink sapphire ring with a thin silver band sparkled back at me.
Dane knelt next to him and opened his box. The stone was yellow, catching every light in the room. Within the diamond, there were several prisms that I instantly fell in love with. “I’ve lived thousands of lives, but the only one that was ever worth living is the one with you in it, Elora. Let’s have our own happily ever after.”
Quin placed his hand on the back of my thigh, kneeling before me. “Let’s break the stigma of a wife in the kitchen cooking, shall we? I’d look good in an apron that says ‘husband,’ don’t you think, Doll?” He grinned. I
giggled, but the tears wouldn’t stop cascading down my cheeks. His ring was beautiful; small light blue sapphires decorated the band, with a Princess cut diamond as the center.
“Elora,” Duke said behind me, and I turned to see him on his knee. “Baby, all I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy. Finding you all those years ago wasn’t a coincidence; it was fate.” He opened the box, revealing a dainty gold band with small leaves surrounding a white diamond. “Do me the honor of marrying me, and I promise you a forever of happiness.”
Lucifer stepped forward, gently wiping my tears away with his thumb. “You already know how I feel,” he whispered, lowering himself onto his knee. He opened his box, revealing a ruby-red ring with black stones surrounding it.
My shoulders were grabbed, and I was spun around to Theo, who had a massive grin. “I’d like to submit my resume for the position of husband number one,” he said, making me giggle. “I’ll always make you laugh, give you at least an orgasm a day–”
“Theo,” I laughed, shaking my head at him.
He grinned mischievously, kneeling down and opening his box. I widened my eyes at the massive diamond ring that was bigger than the pad of my finger. Of course, he bought me the most extravagant ring he could find–it was very on-brand for him, and I loved it. “So when it’s your day of the week to wear my ring, you’ll see how big it is and remember who has the biggest dick,” he said, somehow making the sentence sound wholesome.
All my other guys collectively sighed, sending him a stern look. Oh, I loved him to bits.
“Baby,” Felix started. He was already kneeling when I turned to him, holding a shiny emerald diamond with small vines as the band. “I’m so proud of the woman you’ve become. You’re the love of my life and the only person I want ruling at my side. You love so deeply and fiercely that I fear I’ll never be able to match your intensity. If you’d allow me, it would be my greatest life adventure to be your husband,” he kissed my hand. “Be my queen?”
My lip wobbled as I looked between them, kneeling before me. They had my entire heart, and giving them my hand in marriage was the easiest decision I ever made. My heart swelled with a tremendous amount of adoration for each of them. A forever with the men I loved didn’t sound too shabby.
“Obviously, yes!” I laughed, and happy tears poured out of my eyes as they wrapped me in their arms. Like I’d ever say no…
I loved that I had seven rings, too, one for each day of the week. Whoever thought of that–obviously Quin–deserved kudos. My outfits would always have a matching ring!
“Oh! I get to plan and organize a whole wedding!” I beamed, my mind dreaming of extravagant floral arrangements, tables and chairs, hundreds of vampires to fill them, my dress, their suits, the most delicious three-tier cake anyone had ever seen, and most excitingly, my guys at the altar.
After several minutes of them smothering me in hugs and kisses, I raised my eyebrows in question. “Wait, don’t I have to get you rings?” I thought.
Duke smiled. “That’s traditional. You have a lot of time to decide, Baby.
I’m sure you’re already planning.”
I nodded excitedly. “Okay, good! I didn’t know if there was a time limit with this sort of thing,” I thought aloud. I knew little about weddings, but I was ready to learn!
“Don’t overthink about it, you could pick a rubber band, and I’d love it,” he winked.
Theo smirked at Lucifer. “And you really only have to pick out six rings because Lucifer already has a ring.”
Confused, I looked at Lucifer, who seemed to be trying not to smile. He had rings that he wore casually, but the sighs everyone let out as Theo spoke hinted at something else.
As realization dawned on me, I covered my mouth with my hands so a giggle wouldn’t escape. I loved Lucifer’s ring, especially how it felt when I was the one wearing it.
Lucifer’s gaze shifted to me quickly, a dark look in his eyes. “Easy, Kitten,” he warned.
Eugene grabbed my hand. “Come, let’s celebrate, my love,” he smiled charmingly down at me as he led me further into the center of the ballroom.
“Huh?” I questioned.
He swung me around, drawing me close so we were face-to-face. “You’re dressed for a night of dancing… dance with me,” he murmured.
A blush tinted my cheeks as the ceiling lights dimmed, replaced by the soft glow of dozens of candles I hadn’t noticed before. Gentle harp music began to play through the speakers.
The rest of my guys watched with admiration as Eugene guided me expertly around the room. In his younger days, when there were actual balls, he must have been the star of the evening. He had always been the most romantic of my guys, so I wasn’t surprised this was his way of celebrating our engagement.
There was no better way to end the night than this. Everything was absolutely perfect.
