Page 10 of For the Love of the Gods

“You realize that is a wedding dress, right?” Marcus noted.

“This is pink, not white,” I corrected. Marcus was hopeless when it came to fashion, and was convinced the only colors that mattered were gray, white, black, and blue.

His eyes were blue.

The dress was a light blush pink thatdidlook white in certain lighting and I had chosen it specifically for that reason.

Dominic had to have ulterior motives for this marriage, or at the very least was as unhappy about it as I was. If me in a wedding dress drove the nail in a little further, then I’d take that opportunity. His pissed-off face was among my favorite expressions of his.

“Alright, let’s go.” It was now or never. My resolve and temper were already paper-thin.

Max nodded, opening up the front door. Traditionally, it would have led to a rocky path interspersed with moss, but today, in a twist of magic, it led directly to the entrance of Temple Orcus.

The temple served both the Pluto and Hades houses in the Underworld, and stood three stories tall. It was carved in the traditional style of most temples, the columns holding up a peaked ceiling were topped with swirling curves and ornate flowers.

A scene of a funeral procession was carved into the upper facade, with the accents encased in gold. The distinguishing factor of this temple was that the raw limestone that was used for most others was covered in a layer of rich black paint. The gold accents shone brighter against it, picking up what little light our dimmed and setting sun provided.

I stepped fully through the giant dark oak doors to find Dominic already there. He had the priest, as expected, one I recognized from his side of things. Next to him, standing like a best man would at traditional human weddings, was Adrian.

I should have known he would show up to this.

I walked up to them quickly, my heels clicking against the floor. I wanted the first word.

Of course, Dominic beat me to it.

“Oh, look, the demon arrived,” Dominic drawled when he saw me. He was wearing a suit for once. All black, well-tailored, and maybe, possibly, certainly making him look even more handsome.

Ugh.

My retort whipped out of my mouth. “Dominic, darling, I am much too sober to find your half-wit insulting amusing. Find me some wine and you can try again.”

“AndIam much too sober to be in your presence at all,” Dominic snapped back. “But we have a wedding to get through. So be nice and drop your weapons.”

My eyes narrowed. “You are deranged—springing this on me, calling me a demon, then claiming I’m the one with an attitude problem.”

Dominic cheek twitched. “It’s merely a fact, Rose.”

“Oh, is this what we’re doing? Listing facts? Perfect.” A delighted smirk touched my lips as I lifted up my hand to start counting things off on my fingers. “You’re an asshole, a narcissist, and can’t use a sword for shit.”

Dominic shook his head in forced disappointment. “Now, that’s not fair to the rules of the game. Only two of those things were true.”

“Ah, yes, I’m sorry, Dominic. I meant dick, not asshole.”

“Not even a minute and you are already talking about my dick. Not very subtle, Rose,” Dominic chastised and I had to bite back a laugh.

He was witty.

I hated that about him.

“I’m surprised you know the meaning of the word, given you’re about as subtle as an explosive.”

“I’ll be subtle when I—”

“Alright!” Adrian interrupted from behind Dominic. “As much as I’ve enjoyed the show, let’s get this moving.”

Neither Dominic or I moved, just stared each other down.

“Start over,” Adrian said, clipped and full of authority.

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