Page 70 of Trust in the Fallen

And yet it was the crazy fucker who said, “Why don’t we just object?”

It wasn’t hard to get the priest to add the line, one look at Kaos, and he was more than willing to do anything we asked, and just adding one extra sentence wasn’t so bad, right?

Maybe not for him, but for the family who hired him, it was a whole other story.

I have no idea how they pulled this fucking wedding together so quick, but I’m sure it was in an attempt to stop us from coming up with our own plan.

Elias and I stand at the very back of the church, but no one has paid us any attention. We’re both dressed for the occasion, and we slipped in as the bride was on her way up the aisle, so there was no reason for anyone to look back this way.

The Legion filtered in with all the other guests, because although they are connected to us, I’m sure everyone thought they had better things to do than to crash a wedding. I’d say that was their first mistake, but god, they’ve made a whole host of them that could earn them a bullet to the brain.

“I really hoped the first time we saw our girl in a wedding dress she would be meeting us at the other end of an aisle,” I grumble.

Elias shoots me an annoyed glare that softens almost immediately. “Me, too.”

Neither of us thought we would ever get married again, but as soon as I saw Leighton that first night I could see her walking toward us in all white, the vision of an angel. And we will get that chance. We just have to get her out of here first.

Every step Leighton takes up the aisle is hesitant. She doesn’t want to do this, and she won’t have to go through with it.

The priest says his line, and some of the weight that’s been pressing against my chest lifts. We had a contingency plan if he turned on us, but I’m grateful we don’t need to start shooting people yet.

Each member of the Legion stands and objects, and as the room realizes who they are, my smile grows. These fuckers have never been in the presence of pure evil. Sure they’ve been around plenty of people who pretend to be good but have pitch-black hearts, but people like us and the Legion, we’re dark all over, and we’re not afraid to show the world.

As soon as Elias and I object, Leighton’s eyes burn into mine, the relief in the deep pools is evident even from so far away.

She pulls away from Jason and starts toward us, but when guests start standing to get a better look of what’s going on, I lose sight of her.

One look at Elias confirms he has, too, and I press the earpiece on. “Anyone got eyes on her?”

“I’m blocked in,” Kaos grunts. “No visual.”

“Same,” Kovu says.

“Some guy has her. Tall, security I think,” Bishop tells us.

I step around the crowd of people trying to get a better look. I shouldn’t be surprised that we weren’t the only ones with contingency plans, but I’m annoyed nonetheless.

“I need you all to stay calm and remember the backup plan.” Crew’s voice is tense, and I search for him in the hoards of people. Who needs this many guests at their goddamn wedding? I’m willing to bet Leighton can’t name two-thirds of these assholes.

“What’s going on?” Elias asks.

“He’s got a knife on her.”

Panic slams into me like a goddamn freight train. This wasn’t part of the plan. It wasn’t even something we really planned for because we thought they needed her.

But what if we were wrong?

What if their contingency plan is to take a player off the board all together?

CHAPTERSIXTY-ONE

LEIGHTON

Fear coils around my throat tighter than any hand ever could, making it impossible to drag in a breath as I’m shoved out the back door with my father, the governor and Jason on our tails.

I knew today would be a nightmare, but I never imagined just how badly it could go. I thought the worst thing that could happen was having to consummate my marriage at the end of the night.

But I was wrong.

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