Page 72 of Wickedly Yours

“Are you ready?” Lilith asked at my side, dressed in a red one-shoulder gown, her wings tucked in behind her, the long black hair braided thickly over one shoulder. Somehow, her horns completed the look, making her look sensual—beautiful.

It was strange how quickly I’d gotten used to everyone’s appearances around me. How different it was here than Pleasant Grove, and yet… Ilikedit here. His friends had made me feel welcome. Like I could rely on them if something went wrong.

And I liked it when Asura or Lilith—sometimes both—would sneak into my room and take me on an adventure. They’d become my friends, and I was so grateful for that.

When I answered, there was not an ounce of hesitation in my voice. “Yes.”

“Then let’s get you married,” Willow said, a twinkle in her eyes. Pride filled her voice, and I resisted throwing my arms around her again.

Hugging her tight like I had so many times since yesterday. We’d spent the entire night talking, catching up on what we’dmissed in the last two weeks. Zain and Damien had been close by like neither one of them could let us out of their sight.

We’d both ended up with overprotective men, but I secretly didn’t mind. His hand rested on my thigh—possessively, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this meant something to him the way it did to me. If he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest like I did?

Worse.The thought flickered into my head, and I blinked suddenly. I still wasn’t used to being able to talk with him like this—mind to mind.

Are you spying on me?I said, scowling at the thought.

I could almost feel his smirk.Spying? Is that what we’re calling it now?

Zain—

I’m waiting,he said, the thought like a caress against my mind.Don’t keep me in suspense for too long, Moonbeam. A man can only be so patient.

I took a deep breath. Rolled my shoulders back.

Willow stood in front of me, dressed in her floor-length lavender gown. “Shall we?”

Then I was walking in, about to swear vows of love and loyalty to the Prince of the Demon Realm.

I thought back to Zain and our conversation in bed.Princess.

My eyes connected with his, standing there in a gilded black suit adorned with lavish details and the crown that sat on his head.

Warmth spilled through my chest, but I still couldn’t help but wonder… Was I making the right choice?

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Thank you for coming,” I said, clearing my throat as I stared at my brother, who looked completely human standing there in his three-piece tuxedo, which was so at odds with the ceremonial suit I’d pulled on.

“You’re getting married,” Damien said, shrugging his shoulders with that nonchalant air he’d always had. “Of course I’d be here.” An eyebrow raised high. “Plus, you asked.”

“Right.” I dipped my head.

“Does Luna know?” My brother asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Know what?”

“Everything you did this week.”

“Of course not.”

Willow was with Luna, helping her get ready, which I supposed was part of it. I’d taken a trip to the witch town, seeking her sister’s help with myothersurprises.

“You should tell her. All the secrets…” Damien shook his head. “There were other ways.”

“I didn’t kidnap her if that’s what you’re implying. She came willingly.” I gave her a choice.

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