King Tomb (Forever Evermore, #3)(33)
I almost banged my head against the couch as the scene ended. But then I was watching us exit the dance floor, noticing we were careful not to touch each other…except for the tiny little detail that we were heading away from everyone, climbing a hill to the main building. Fuck, we didn’t even glance back as I tripped him, both of us appearing like we were laughing merrily, having the time of our lives as we raced each other to the building.
I blinked, mute, as the tape ended when we disappeared in the distance.
King Zeller didn’t make a noise either.
We stared at the blank screen, and I was sure he was just as dumbfounded at our stupidity.
Elder Jacobs murmured, “I still wouldn’t mind a copy—”
Again, he hit the ground…but this time because of King Zeller, startling me as his hand blurred backward and grabbed a handful of Elder Jacobs’s shirt, managing to keep Isa steady with his other hand as he tossed Elder Jacobs to the ground. His black army boot conveniently connected with the side of the Elder’s face. Within two seconds, Elder Jacobs was out cold on the floor.
I stared down at him. “That…was…illegal.” I blinked up at King Zeller, his attention back on the empty screen, his expression just as blank. “You do realize that, right?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “It’s not as if any of this conversation even happened.” Without a care in the world, he flicked a finger at the coffee table. “Would you put the other one in?”
Again, my attention swung to the Elder on the ground, no one moving to help him, and I eventually shrugged. “All right.” I lifted the DVD from the table, muttering, “Let’s just hope this is an actual wedding tape and not the damn honeymoon.”
Elder Merrick made a choking noise, and I paused, my attention swinging to him, eyes wide. I lifted the DVD in his direction. “Have you seen this video before? Do you already know what’s on it?”
He shook his head, actually grinning at me. If only his eyes weren’t glued to my breasts. When he spoke, his wolf was riding his voice. “No, I haven’t seen that video, but I have to say, if it is what you just said, I sure as hell wouldn’t mind watching—”
Yet again, he hit the ground, again by King Zeller, knocked out cold via the King’s knee this time, instead of his boot. I pointed with my free hand where he lay on top of Elder Jacobs’s body, shaking my head at King Zeller. “Was that really necessary?”
King Zeller grunted, rubbing Isa’s back when she stirred. “Yes.” A simple, blatant reply.
“And, you do understand they are both going to wake up soon, and they probably won’t be very happy with you?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “I’ll deal with that then.”
I shook my head and turned to the DVD player, muttering, “Your funeral.”
He only grunted behind me as I started up the video.
I had barely sat down when a handsome Mage’s face I didn’t recognize showed on the screen.
He whispered furiously, “Ezra, my man…whoa…just whoa.” He laughed, his eyes bloodshot. He took a drag off a joint, the camera bouncing around, and barked, “Jury, hold the damn thing straight!”
I pointed at the screen quickly. “Who is that?”
King Zeller’s lips lifted in an actual resemblance of a grin. “Judge, a friend of mine from Vegas. And Jury’s his assistant.”
Judge whispered, “Seriously? The Queen Shifter?” He scowled. “Do you know how many strippers I had to hide because you’re so damn *-whipped you wouldn’t let me give you a proper bachelor party?” Suddenly, his scowl turned into a grin. “All the more for me, my man.” Then his eyes somehow turned severe as he stared at us through the screen. “In all seriousness, I’ve never seen you look at someone like you look at her.” His head tilted, bloodshot eyes glowing golden as he stared off at nothing, his voice going soft, almost whimsical. “Your love for each other is something to witness…like honest-to-god true soul mates, the one person anyone with a mate hopes they never find, and those without a mate pray they do…” His head cocked, and he blinked, his eyes no longer glowing as he turned his attention back to the camera, taking another drag off his joint. “Congrats, man, since I won’t remember a damn bit of this after it’s said and done.” A roll of his eyes. “Thanks for that, prick.”
A woman off-screen muttered, “They’re coming.”
Judge straightened, grinding out his joint, and the camera swung in the direction of a golden door — the entire room was golden and resembled an office of sorts. King Zeller and I entered through it, both of us wearing white robes, our hair brown, King Zeller with the dark beard of the pictures earlier, but neither of us was wearing the fake glasses.
I curled up on the couch as I watched myself get married onscreen, unable to access this memory, only view it as if it was someone else’s life.
Onscreen, King Zeller and I wore identical expressions of complete and absolute love and happiness as we stared at each other, King Zeller every so often whispering softly, instructing me on what to do, since even now, in the present, I didn’t know the Mystical way of marriage ceremonies, the events just a bit different than a Com wedding. I barely noticed when Elder Jacobs and Elder Merrick woke from their short ‘naps’, both only moaning quietly before standing to glare at King Zeller then stare at the screen. Sometime during watching the ceremony, Antonio moved behind me to rest his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it gently, keeping it there as we watched my past, which still felt unknown, like it was an out-of-body experience.