Page 91 of The High Priestess

“No fucking way!” Saunders exclaims. “You actually proposed?”

“We came to a mutual agreement,” Cassia answers.

Miller gives me a you’re-a-dumbshit look. “Seriously? No proposal?”

“Not yet,” I say to shut them up. “I haven’t had time.”

“Guys,” Cassia says to get everyone’s attention. “Can we discuss the offer?”

“Right.” Davies straightens up. “So, the children we’ll be protecting will be yours and Knight’s?”

“Of course,” she mutters.

Davies slaps my shoulder. “Guess you’re stuck with me now, brother. Going to try and talk shit about our friendship again?”

“No,” I grumble. I let out a sigh, then add, “I’m sorry about that. It won’t happen again.”

“You bet your ass it won’t,” Davies says.

“Are you all accepting the offer or not?” Cassia asks.

“Yeah, we’re accepting the offer,” Miller replies.

She lets out a relieved breath. “You’ll all report to Knight.” Her eyes meet mine. “Decide which of the other men you want to have stationed here and talk with them.”

I nod. “Yes, ma’am.”

A smile splits over her face, and she waves her hand at the door. “You can all leave.”

I get up and walk out with the men into the hallway, where I say, “Thanks for sticking around.”

“Of course,” Miller replies.

He and Saunders head to their posts while Davies hangs back.

“So, you’re getting married?”

“I am.” I lock eyes with the man who once was my best friend. We’ve bled together. “I was in a dark place,” I start to explain.

“I know,” he interrupts me. “Cassia is good for you. She’s done what none of us could.”

I nod.

He pats my shoulder. “We’re good. Don’t worry about the past. Shit happens, and then we move on.”

I nod again.

He gives me a grin. “But, I do expect a six-pack once a month for the next two years for all the shit you put me through.”

I let out a chuckle. “Okay.”

“I expect you to drink the beers with me.” When I nod, he starts walking away. “Also, get rid of that dumbass.”

Laughter bursts from me, and I shake my head as I turn and go back into the office.

Cassia is staring at me, looking like she’s about to burst into tears.

“What?” I ask, quickly moving closer to her.

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