So, yes. As much as I’d love to hate Blaise, I think doing so would mean I’d have to hate myself.
And Asha’s told me multiple times I’m not allowed to do that.
So I settle somewhere in the middle, not quite wishing Blaise harm, but not reveling in her joy, either.
“I suppose,” Fin says, rubbing the back of his neck, “that I maybe could do it.”
Each word drips with regret, but it’s too late for my brother to take back his offer, because Blaise has already locked in on him.
“Why can you officiate a marriage if Kiran can’t?” asks Lydia, skeptically.
“Because,” sighs Fin, “technically, I’m still Prince of Talens.”
“You’re what?” Lydia and I say in unison.
“Oh, don’t act so jealous,” Fin says. “You both know I never had any true power. Apparently, Azrael is well aware of that too, because he didn’t think it worthy of his time to go through the paperwork to depose me.”
“That might be the most emasculating thing I’ve ever heard,” says Lydia.
“Thank you for that, Lydia,” Fin says, speaking through clamped teeth.
I’m not used to seeing the two of them bicker, but I can’t help but find it satisfying.
Blaise just throws her arms around Fin, wrapping him in an embrace.
Fin’s expression betrays that he’d like nothing more than for Blaise to get away from his neck, but when he sets her down, there’s a resigned smile on his face.
When he and I lock eyes, the smile dissipates, and as Blaise scampers off to get ready, my brother leans over and whispers, eyes full of sympathy, “I’ll make it quick.”
My chest tightens in gratitude.
Blaise and Nox wanted the ceremony to happen immediately, but Bezzie insisted there had to be a reception afterward if this wedding was going to count, and she didn’t want to miss the wedding for all the cooking she was going to have to do; we had to wait an hour for her to make her famous hummus.
Now that the scent of hummus is wafting in from downstairs, the ceremony can finally begin.
There wasn’t any time, or anywhere, to get Blaise any sort of traditional wedding garb, so she’s dressed in paldihv.
Apparently she had to snap Nox’s neck to get it to release itself from him, but the male doesn’t look any worse for wear.
Even I can reluctantly admit it’s rather striking on her. As Lydia walks her into the room, the shadows melt and dance to form a black gown, complete with a train that rolls behind her in plumes.
She looks like death, but in a good way.
Nox seems to think so as well, because he stands there at the end of the cellar, looking utterly awestruck at his mate as she skips across the room.
It’s a strange experience, watching a vampire cloaked in a gown of shadows literally skip across the room during a surprise wedding thrown in the middle of the night.
Not that they’d be getting married in the daylight anyway, I figure.
It’s strange, and though part of me wants nothing to do with this, feels dread creeping up my throat at the idea of witnessing a wedding after the last one…
I steel myself with a deep inhale, thinking of what Asha would want.
I imagine she would find a surprise vampire wedding delightful.
So I force myself to observe, and make a note of every single detail, so I can tell her the story of it later.
Fin spent the hour Bezzie was cooking preparing his speech, and though initially he seemed irritated at being awakened in the middle of the night, I can tell he’s reveling in the honor of getting to perform a wedding ceremony.
He even teasingly offered to marry Lydia and Elias if they wanted.
Lydia had flicked her wrist and informed us they’d married months ago.
Elias had shrugged in confirmation.
“We’re gathered here tonight, well, I would say to celebrate the union of these two.” Fin points to Blaise and Nox. “But really it’s to catch up on some much needed sleep before trying to save the world, and it seems we’ve been roped into witnessing a wedding. Which I’m fine with, so long as you two don’t try that bloodsharing ceremony in front of us. Because I might pull an Asha and throw up.”
Blaise flashes her fangs teasingly, and Fin grimaces.
It’s all I can do to keep from exploding as I watch Blaise and Nox exchange their vows, their world lit up in a burst of midnight light, while mine fades into the shadows of what could happen to Asha if tomorrow doesn’t go as planned.
CHAPTER 99
KIRAN
As it turns out, Calias did me an unexpected favor when he gifted my ignorant father all these statues of Tionis.
We’ve had them on our radar for weeks now as potential ways to enter the palace undetected. The statue in the gardens isn’t a viable option, since that’s the very statue Az once used to sneak into the palace grounds.
