Renegade
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"Nik." She stared back at him, uncertain, terrified she was only dreaming.
"Marry me, Mikayla," he said softly. "Don't make me go out into the cold again. I don't think I could live like that after knowing your warmth."
"Yes." She wasn't hesitating. If it was a dream, if she was hallucinating, then she wanted it all. "Oh, God, yes."
The dream was real. The ring on her finger, the man who rose to pull her into his embrace, the kiss that touched her lips.
"Your parents are on their way over," he groaned against her lips. "Those damned brothers of yours. Something about celebrating."
She wasn't hallucinating.
"I love you, Nik," she whispered against his lips. "Always."
"Always, little fairy," he whispered back. "I'll love you forever." 223
EPILOGUE
One year later
The bride wore antique white, and if the smooth silk looked just a little full at the stomach, then no one mentioned it.
The groom wore black, his long blond hair tied back, his expression fierce as he watched his bride walk slowly up the aisle.
He could feel his hands trying not to shake.
If ever she had looked like a fairy, then it was now. Ethereal, petite, and delicate. A dream he had never allowed himself to have until she was forced into his life. Now, he would die for her. He would kill to keep her.
Her and the child she carried within her.
Their child.
Nik couldn't believe he had the courage, but his Mikayla was courage itself. Determination.
Strength.
Love.
She was his soul, and he had no shame admitting it.
He stepped to her, her graceful fingers lying against his arm as he stared down at her.
His perfect, beautiful fairy.
Amethyst eyes stared up at him, sparkling with tears and with joy behind the antique lace of the veil.
It was her dream wedding. She was his dream bride.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here together . . ." The priest's words droned on. The vows were in Nik's soul, tied to hers, wrapping them together with silken, unbreakable bonds.
His bride.
They called him Renegade, but his Mikayla would now call him husband. And to Nik, "husband" was a far better word.
"You may kiss the bride."
His fingers actually shook as he lifted the veil, curved his arm around her, pulled her to him, and in that kiss they sealed the vows they had made a year before. To love forever.
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Table of Contents
Title
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue