Dead After Dark (Companion #6.5)(110)

“B-because Vyan is still in the other world. Alive.”

“I care not that he has survived when the rest of us are still imprisoned.”

“Vyan can—” Ekkbar swallowed again, hoping he was not about to seal his grisly fate. “He can search for another to open the portal on his side.” At the tiny spark of interest in Batuk’s eyes, Ekkbar rushed ahead. “ ’Tis true, ’tis true. I can guide him through dreams, just as I did the witch.”

Batuk bared his teeth and snapped his fingers. A razor-edged dagger appeared in the palm of his hand.

Ekkbar cringed at his stupid blunder. Don’t mention the witch again, ever. “But this time, Vyan will be on the other side to assure success. We can do this, Master.”

Batuk growled low in his throat, panting. He stared off into nothing, thinking. The temperature slowly lowered until he dropped his gaze to Ekkbar. “You have one more chance.”





EPILOGUE


Trey leaned against a giant oak at the side of the wide clearing, arms crossed and impatient as he waited for the strike of midnight. The two months Brina had made him wait to marry wouldn’t have been a big deal if he hadn’t spent half that time away from Sasha on VIPER missions.

Beladors, VIPER teammates, and the Wiccan side of his new family milled around. A full moon smiled down at its reflection in the lake surrounded by a fortress of Blue Ridge Mountains.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t invite your father, Trey, but we’ll have a lovely ceremony with him, too.” Rowan glided toward him so smoothly he had to check to see that her sequined shoes actually touched the ground beneath the tail of her garnet gown.

“I know.” It hurt not to bring his father here, but Trey lived in two worlds sometimes and keeping his father in the normal one protected the only parent who had ever really loved him. And his dad was crazy about Sasha, always had been. He spent almost as much time now with Sasha as Trey did.

“Who all came from VIPER?” Rowan asked casually, but Trey knew who she was looking for.

“I invited Lucien, too, but I never heard a word from him.”

“That doesn’t surprise you, does it?”

“No. Just thought I’d let you know.”

She smiled. “Thanks. I think I’ll see him again. I like that Sasha wanted you in all black and everyone else in red.”

He smiled, willing to have worn any color Sasha wanted, so long as she spent the rest of her life with him.

“Who sent the fairies?” Rowan asked. “Sasha loves them.”

“Lucien.” The dog. Trey glanced at the tiny sprites fluttering around the tall wedding cake, lighting the layers with their blinking glows. “Wish I’d had a resource for them.”

“Lucien?” Rowan’s eyes melted with adoration.

Trey appreciated anything that made Sasha happy, just not from that guy.

The fairies began to hum, their voices rising into a hauntingly beautiful melody.

“Excuse me, that’s my cue.” Trey stepped into the center of the opening.

From the shadows of the woods, Sasha appeared in a sprinkle of light where fairies fluttered around her. She wore short black boots with stiletto heels and a strapless dress of sheer material draped in alternating red and black layers. Trey had gifted her with the silver-and-black Belador pendant. The triangular icon crafted with their Celtic design hung from a silver choker.

Her lips were painted a deep red, so dark they were almost black. The silky rush of black hair fanned her shoulders.

Trey hadn’t thought he could love her any more than he already did, but he’d never forget her walking toward him at this minute. The attendants circled them when Sasha reached him. She held a bouquet of black roses and red baby’s breath that Rowan had conjured up for her.

Trey leaned down to kiss his future mate and the love of his life. The roses in the bouquet sighed. When a hologram spun into vision, he turned his left wrist up where the shape of a star glowed beneath his skin; then he took Sasha’s right wrist and pressed it to his. By the end of the ceremony, they would be linked for life.

Shooting stars exploded in the cloudless sky, showering the clearing with a dazzling light.

Trey whispered in Sasha’s ear, “Those are from me.”

Her beaming smile outshined the light display that continued as Brina began the ceremony. No telepathy reached him tonight. His tribe had refrained from doing so as a consideration for his future wife, reaffirming for him the value of listening with his heart.

He squeezed her fingers. When Sasha smiled up at him, he accepted his destiny knowing she would always be at his side.