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“Fine.” She scowled. “But you need to tell me everything. Nico invited you?”
“The one and only.” I looked at Cillian and pulled him closer to me. “This is Cillian,” I said.
“I know who he is,” she stated, eyeing him from head to toe. “Cillian Nightingale,” Chiara purred, taking a step closer to Kill. Her hand splayed over his chest, her head coming only to his shoulders. But no matter how tiny she was, she had a special effect on men.
And Cillian wasn’t immune.
I chuckled, looking at both of them, lost in each other. Without either of them noticing, I slipped away, going directly inside the church.
White roses decorated every row inside the church, and even though a part of me wanted to cringe at the setup, because it simply wasn’t my style, I had to admit, whoever arranged it had a very eclectic taste.
The sweet scent penetrated through the air, but it wasn’t sickening. It was just enough.
People were already getting seated, talking to each other, happy for the soon-to-be married couple, and I felt like a complete outsider. I was friendly with some of Nico’s cousins, but I couldn’t see any of them here. Knowing how late they always were to every single thing, I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case now.
I turned around to see if Cillian was anywhere to be seen, but he and Chiara were obviously still talking outside because I couldn't see either of them.
Tightening my hold on the small, black pouch Eric basically threw at me, I turned back toward the altar and started walking toward the fifth row on the left side that was still empty. I kept my head down, hoping people wouldn’t really look long enough at me to figure out it was really the infamous Ophelia Aster.
“Ophelia?”
A voice behind me stopped me in my tracks, and I slowly turned around, pressing my hand to the knife strapped around my leg. But the person standing right behind me wasn’t an enemy.
He was as far away from an enemy as a person could be for me.
“Cole!” I squealed and ran straight toward him.
His wide smile and relaxed stance made me loosen up, and as I threw myself in his embrace, I almost missed the woman standing next to him.
“Addison?” My eyes widened as I took her in, disbelief coloring my features. “I don’t believe it.”
We’d met only once, and looking at that period of time, it felt like another lifetime.
Her dark hair was slicked back, a cerulean dress falling freely down her legs, hugging her curves and leaving nothing to the imagination. Her bright, inviting smile beckoned me to her, and I hugged her next, holding her tightly.
“You two look,” I murmured, stepping back, and looking at them. “I don’t have words. Last time I saw you, you were—”
“Trying to run away from him?” Addison said, taking Cole’s hand in hers. “Well, a lot of things have changed. You look different, though.” She smiled. “The same but different.”
“Addy,” Cole kissed her hair, “don’t start.”
“What?” She looked up at him. “She looks beautiful, but that’s not it. Last time I saw her she looked like the devil himself and look at her now.”
“I grew up?” I chuckled.
“You?” Cole scoffed. “When was the last time you killed someone?”
“Cole,” Addison gasped, looking around us. “We’re in church.”
He shrugged. “So what? It’s not like God doesn’t know how many people we made disappear. So,” he turned toward me, “when was it?”
“Uh,” I stammered and looked to my right. “Yesterday.” I grinned, earning a full belly laugh from him.
“See.” He hugged Addison. “Wolves change their fur, but their nature? Never.”
“Yeah.” I frowned. “We never change.”
But that wasn’t the truth, was it? And Cole knew it. I hated that saying, because it implied that none of us were capable of change when that was far from the actual truth. He was proof of it and knowing what his stance was on the girl now holding his hand, what he just said made no sense.
