Page 172 of Savage Reign

But I hadn’t expected the wedding to be tomorrow.

My men only gave me a week to prepare, and it had been a busy week, even if I wasn’t the one doing the preparation. Rachel actually helped, which was great. And we had the best wedding planner money could buy. Angie Thomas was a whirlwind tornado and a lifesaver.

I didn’t have to deal with anything. All I had to do was tell her how I pictured this wedding, and she did the rest.

I would go to sleep tonight as a single woman and tomorrow night as Mrs. Tiernan.

I still couldn’t believe it. I had the wedding dress laid out on the bed. I was in my sleep clothes, which were nothing but one of my men’s shirts and my panties.

I didn’t have to worry about any of them coming in tonight. I wanted to spend the night alone. Plus, I locked my bedroom door.

Not that I thought a locked door could keep them out if they wanted to come in, but I was hoping they would give me this moment to myself.

I should probably get to sleep.

Excitement and a bit of melancholy kept me awake.

We were getting married in a church. They were Catholic, after all. I wasn’t religious, and neither was my dad, but I knew my grandfather was, so perhaps he might have approved had he been alive.

After all, the rushed wedding was because of thegifthe left me.

Did he love me? Was that why he left me all of his fortune? Or did he do this to get at my parents?

I didn’t know. I’d like to think it was the former, but the truth was, I never knew the man very well.

We were expecting a packed church, even if there would be very few people I knew in attendance.

The brothers wanted to make a big fanfare out of this, hoping the news would reach Sebastian.

Security was tight, but still, anything could go wrong at any moment.

I took in a deep breath and tried to think of happy thoughts.

Grabbing the wedding dress, I moved it to the nearby recliner, climbed into bed, and turned off the lights.

It took a while for me to fall asleep, but when I finally did, I dreamed of blood.

Rachel knockedon my door early the next morning. I opened it for her, and she paused, taking me in.

“Oh, dear. Did you not sleep?”

I smiled a little at her. “For a few hours.”

She grabbed my hand. “It’s understandable that you're nervous. I was nervous about my wedding day as well.”

I smiled at the mention. Rachel was a widow, but before, she had been married to a man who she described as the love of her life.

“Come on, I will help you get ready. And I will cover the bags under your eyes with some makeup. You’ll be the glowing bride in no time.”

Three hours later,we were on our way to the church.

It was an old church on the outskirts of downtown Chicago, surrounded by nothing but trees. It was beautiful and reminded me of something out of a fairy tale. I wasn’t sure how Angie managed to secure this place in such a short time, but when the car finally pulled up to the back entrance of the church, I suddenly found myself very grateful for her.

Conor got out of the car first, taking in his surroundings. Both he and Liam had been more quiet than usual.

Liam opened the door for me, and I smiled my thanks. “Is… is everything okay?” I asked Conor.

He nodded, his eyes focused on the tree line. “Just feeling tense. I’m sure it has to do with all the guests we’ll have in attendance.”

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