Page 14 of My Demon Husband
“If you say so,” I tell him.
I’m trying not to stress. There’s no reason to stress. We’re having a low-key, intimate wedding with just the three of us—four if you count Brim, which I certainly do.
There’s no pressure to do this or that, to spend time or money on anything we don’t want. So why the fuck am I this nervous?
Maybe it’s got something to do with getting married to my soulmate. Although…
One would think that’d be the easiest part. Tying the knot with the person you know you want to spend the rest of your life with. But there’s something niggling at me.
When I look at my reflection, I know exactly what it is. I see her before me as if it was just yesterday. Lilith. Lucian hasn’t been able to find her, and she hasn’t made another move or threatened me again. What’s the point of doing all that if she’s not going to act on her threats?
Not that I want her to, but…
I guess I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
It’s our wedding day. Surely, something’s bound to go wrong. It’s my life we’re talking about, after all. I was born unlucky.
“Hello! Are you all right? What are you thinking? Don’t tell me. You’re dreaming of some hot demon cock, aren’t you?”
I roll my eyes but don’t deny anything.
“I…I think I’m ready.” I turn around, but Jace stops me and pins a small flower to my lapel.
“Now you are.” He smiles and gives me the once-over again. “I’ll just run to the loo, and we can get going, okay?”
I nod, and he retreats to the restroom when I realize what he said.
“Since when do you call the restroom the loo?” I shout toward the door, but before I get an answer, the windows slam open and Lucian dives through, wings, suit, and all.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as he composes himself and walks right up to me.
His eyes are beautiful and gorgeous as usual, but there’s something…different about them. I can’t put my finger on it until he grabs me by the waist and pulls me into his arms.
“Where are your glasses?”
“I thought I’d do the wedding without them,” he answers and kisses my forehead. “Is that okay?”
I nod and close my eyes, taking in his warmth, his wonderful scent.
“That’s weird,” I say.
“What is?”
“Is that a new cologne?” I ask.
It’s very floral, which is usually my go-to scent profile. I can’t say I dislike it. It just takes me by surprise.
“I thought I’d try new things for our big special day. You don’t like it?”
“No.” I shake my head. “That’s not it. It…it doesn’t matter. I thought we were meeting at the church.”
Why is everyone acting so strange today? Or are pre-wedding jitters putting me on edge and making mefeelstrange?
“I couldn’t wait one more second to see you,” he answers, moving a hand to the back of my neck and dipping down for a kiss.
I part my lips to receive him, bracing myself to sigh with relief at the sweet, smoky flavor that can put me at ease no matter what, but…there’s something off.
He even tastes different. Bitter and sticky.
