Laney

The congratulations come from every direction.

Hugs. Teasing. Someone immediately asks about the date. Someone else asks about cake.

Saint stands there like he’s not entirely sure how this turned into a celebration but he’s okay with it.

Then Wolf looks at him.

“You realize this means you’re officially not allowed to die on missions anymore.”

Saint says, “I wasn’t planning to.”

“Good,” Wolf says. “Because she’d kill us.”

I smile sweetly. “Probably.”

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