Epilogue
The lights twinkledaround the massive ballroom Randa’s parents had rented out. The place was so packed, she and I had been joking mentally that our wedding was the event of the century.
But neither of us cared how many people were there.
Or how fancy the décor was.
We were tying our lives together in the human way. That was what mattered.
The wedding went off without a hitch, and we were almost through the reception. Though we’d spent much of the night making small talk with people Randa’s parents had invited, I’d noticed my mate watching her sister every chance she got.
“You’re staring at Vi and Eli again,”I murmured into her mind, as we walked to the next couple waiting to meet us.
I hoped to never see another stranger for the next year after the wedding was over.
“I keep waiting for them to start ripping each other’s heads off,”Randa admitted. “Or clothes. Did I tell you about her spaghetti plan? I totally did. I’m just nervous for her.”
Vi’s spaghetti plan involved her making a bowl of spaghetti for Eli and bringing it to the wedding as a peace offering. We hadn’t heard from either of them about how it went, but it seemed promising.
Ideally, our siblings could learn to avoid murdering each other or making out verbally when they ended up in the same room.
“Seems like it went well,”I said.
“I hope so.”
Someone announced our first dance through the microphone, so I tucked Randa against my side and led her across the room.
Our gazes met as I pulled her into my arms.
Her lips curved upward, those gorgeous eyes bright and happy as she asked, “Ready, Jas?”
“Always, Sweetheart.”
Her smile stretched into a grin, and I swept her across the dance floor like I’d been taught to.
I’d spent so many years worried about what I’d lose if I ended up with a mate bond, but I’d never considered what I’d gain.
And what I’d gained?
It was everything.
Shewas everything.
I’d spend the rest of my life proving exactly that.