Emins’ Mate(45)
“Careful,” Anton growled. “You probably have concussion.”
She nodded, apparently agreeing, before she scrambled off his lap, realizing that everyone, including him, was stark naked.
“This is a really strange moment to wake up in,” she mumbled, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
“Tell me about it,” Maxim grumbled, searching the skies for the helicopters and booking it down the highway. As far as he was concerned, they weren’t stopping until they hit Spokane.
***
A month later, most of their injuries had healed. Well, their physical injuries. Serena, living in the guest bedroom at Ilya and Katya’s, had yet to speak much to anyone besides Glory. They weren’t sure what had happened to her in the previous months. Though Anton and Glory had a pretty good idea.
All of them put those worries out of their heads though, because last night it had snowed. A good snow. Gorgeously white and sparkling over the trees like jewelry. It was the new year. And most importantly, it was a wedding day.
Glory pulled AJ in for a huge hug where they stood inside Emin’s cabin. The rest of them waited outside on the front lawn for the ceremony to start.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Glory asked AJ. “Your head doesn’t hurt at all? You swear?”
AJ refrained from rolling her eyes. It had been a really bad concussion. Sure. And she knew everyone’s concern had more to do with love than it did with underestimating her. But come on. She wasn’t a child. People got concussions all the time.
She was sick of talking about it. She was so grateful she’d gotten to be there that day. That she’d gotten to be part of the group in that way. But she deeply regretted having gotten hurt. The woman in the cinder block dwelling had conked her on the head really well. And now the Malashoviks fretted around her like birds every chance they got.
All except for Anton. Who, ever since that day, had treated her as if she had leprosy. He’d barely looked at her. Tersely asking how she felt once or twice. But that was it. That night in the tent, AJ had thought that something was finally gonna happen between them. But no. He was back to being even colder than he’d been before.
She craned back, caught sight of him standing on the lawn in a suit with his brothers. She sighed. Today wasn’t the day to be worrying about this. Today was Glory’s day.
“You look so beautiful,” AJ said to Glory, hugging her and deflecting her question. And she wasn’t lying.
Unable to settle for a white dress, Glory had chosen a deeply colorful dress with autumn leaves of every color all over it. She looked gorgeous. And no one else could have pulled it off the way she did. Emin was gonna lose his shit.
“Come on!” Dora said, opening the front door and tossing her head in. “Emin is gonna burn his own cabin down if you don’t come out here, Glorious!”
AJ and Glory hugged once more before AJ scampered out of the house. Glory straightened her crown of holly in the bathroom mirror. It wasn’t a traditional wedding headdress, but she’d spotted it in the woods that morning and she’d just thought it was so pretty. The green set off her eyes perfectly.
Her mother stepped behind her and they locked eyes in the mirror. They were both so grateful to be reunited. To be alive and together.
“Let’s go get your man,” Serena said, holding her hand out to her daughter.
Together, they stepped out onto the porch. Glory’s eyes immediately searched for Emin’s.
She was everything, he thought to himself for the millionth time since he’d first seen her, naked and wondrous in his cabin. She was everything. And now she was really about to be his.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she walked gracefully down the aisle, a playful, joyous glint in her eyes.
He’d finally found his tiger.
The End
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The Dragon’s Touch
CHAPTER ONE
“For the last time, O. Shut the fuck up,” Solar growled as he heaved a log from one pile to the next. He resisted the urge to rub his temples. The headache that had been circling him for a week had finally come home to roost. And the Oracle would not stop talking.
“I just think it’s weird that you haven’t noticed how hot she’s gotten,” the Oracle continued as he leaned back into the crook of a tree and closed his eyes against the sunlight. The picture of relaxation. “I mean, little Zara, all grown up. And so hot she could make a man put his shoes on the wrong feet. Who would have seen it coming? Well, besides me, of course. I am an Oracle after all.”