Page 70 of Wickedly Yours

“Hi, Lune,” she whispered, wrapping me up in her arms.

“Hey, Wil,” I said back, burying my face in her shoulder. How did she know all I wanted was to have her here with me?

“What’s wrong?” Willow frowned when we finally pulled apart, wiping at the wetness that had collected on my cheeks. “Why are you crying?”

I shook my head. “They’re not—I’m not sad. They’re happy tears.”

Because she washere, and the last few weeks had been surreal, to say the least. I was still trying to adjust to this life, surrounded by demons and beings I’d barely known. Meanwhile, my support system was back in Pleasant Grove.

Her green eyes stared back at me as she cupped my cheeks. “I couldn’t miss my sister’s wedding.” She gave me a warm smile.

“Is Damien with you?” I asked, peeking around her but not seeing her dark-haired demon. I knew one of Zain’s bodyguards was outside—the constant protection never faded unless he was with me.

“He went to check on Zain,” Willow said, her nose sniffing the air as she smelled what was baking. “Did you make pumpkin chocolate chip scones?” They were her favorite.

“I was feeling a little homesick,” I admitted. “And when I told Zain about missing baking, he helped me out.” And now I had enough supplies for at least several dozen different desserts. Plus, the pantry here was stuffed full of new ingredients I was already coming up with ideas for.

“No complaints here. You know I’ll never turn down one of your scones.”

“Do you have your dress?” I asked, changing the subject. I’dbeen dying to see all the details of the wedding. Zain insisted it was a surprise.

“Oh.” My sister looked down at the deep plum dress she had on. It was nothing like the gown she’d worn to the ball, but it was pretty. The color somehow made her eyes even brighter, the silhouette making her curves stand out. “Right. Damien mentioned…” she trailed off, looking over at me.

“Don’t look at me. I just showed up.” I held my hands up in the air. “He barely let me help with anything.”

She giggled. “He asked Damien about human weddings and our traditions as witches. If there was anything specific that we did for our ceremonies.”

“He did?” Oh. That was… sweet. For a demon, he was constantly surprising me. No one could really be this thoughtful, right? Though it no longer felt like an act. Maybe it never had.

“Yeah. Turns out explaining the concept of a best manandmaid of honorto a demon is… really fucking weird.”

“So is marrying one,” I snorted.

“How are you feeling? About all of this?”

“Fine,” I answered, staring down at my nails. I wasn’t apprehensive about Zain—it was the rest of it.

“Yes, that explains the tears,” Willow snorted. “I still can’t believe you’re getting married. Before me, no less.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, though there was no malice behind it. “I’m only three years younger than you, anyway.” And knowing how possessive Damien was of her, I was sure it wouldn’t take long till they were walking down the aisle, too.

She hopped up on the counter across from the stove as I went back to check on the scones.

I propped my hip against the opposite side as I faced her. “Lately, I’ve just been feeling like… something was missing in my life. And then you went and adopted a cat, and he turned out to be your soulmate, and I’m just… I don’t know. Everything feels different now.”

A sly smile touched her lips. “Because of Zain?”

“Maybe.” A flush spread over my cheeks as I looked at the floor. “But even before that, I’d been wanting more. And don’t get me wrong, I still love baking, but there’s so much about myself that I’ve never learned. That I never really got a chance to, but now… I want to know how I fit into all of this.”

“It’s okay to admit that you like him, you know.” Willow grinned. “You are marrying him, after all.”

“I just… How did you know?” I asked her, fiddling with the crystal on my necklace. “That Damien was the one? That you…” I couldn’t quite say the words.

Because as much as I liked Zain—and had since we’d first met—I couldn’t quite say that I wasin lovewith him. Not yet. The way it was going, though…

“That I love him?” My sister’s warm smile lit up her face, and I could tell she was thinking about the demon who had the other half of her heart.

I nodded, suddenly feeling like a naive girl all over again.

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