“That reminds me…want to marry me tomorrow?” I ask.
“Really?”
“Really. Before another ex decides to step into our lives and cause trouble.”
I feel his laugh all the way to my heart.
All the way to my soul.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“SOUNDS GOOD, DOESN’T IT?”
“Are you sure?”Jace, the real Jace, gives me a once-over and frowns.
I laugh and turn to look at myself in the mirror again. Considering my brand-new tailor-made suit is rotting somewhere in the sand dunes of hell, this is the next best thing. And I love it even more.
Just a simple black T-shirt under denim overalls and my precious everyday sneakers are the perfect wedding outfit.
After all, that’s how Lucian met me. Regular, old Yu-jin. Well, young Yu-jin. And I met him like the pristine demon with one hell of a suit. Isn’t it better to claim each other in the way we are and not pretend we’re somebody else?
“It’s your wedding.” Jace sighs. He flattens the fabric on top of my shoulders as if it needs ironing and looks at me through the mirror. “Are you okay?”
I appreciate the question. We went through hell and back yesterday. Literally. And it couldn’t have been easy for him, seeing Lucian taken prisoner, being left behind uncertain of what was happening, unable to do anything to fix it.
“I’m okay.” I cover his hand with mine and give him a reassuring smile. “I just want to get married before the whole world descends on us.”
“You’ve got quite the luck, you two.”
“You can say that again.” I sigh and glance at Brimfang sleeping with one eye open by my feet.
After what happened, neither she nor Lucian will leave my side. I would complain, considering my new bonded creature makes me even more powerful, but I love her company, so why would I?
“You’ve got quite the luck, you two,” Jace says, and even Brim lifts her head to glare at him.
“There, see? No one thinks you’re funny,” I tell him.
He rolls his eyes.
“Oh, leave me alone. I take my joys where I can find them.”
I snort and shake my head.
“Oh my goddess, don’t be so miserable again.”
“But—” he starts.
“If I hear one more time about Sorrowhand failing you in necromancy, I will slit my wrists. And it won’t even do me any good.”
“You say that because you don’t have my problem anymore.”
I turn and face my best friend and purse my lips.
“What?” he asks.
I glance at my closet and cock my head.
“Well,” I start and head toward it, “I was going to wait until after the wedding, but oh well.”
