“‘ea’y?” Warren asked with his mouth around her arm.
“Uh huh,” she answered, squeezing her eyes shut in disgust.
Warren grunted in pain as Ymowyn bit down hard. He looked even more uncomfortable when he pressed the tips of his yellow fangs into Ymowyn’s arm, just piercing her skin.
Then both of them started to laugh as Ymowyn opened her eyes again, and they looked at one another across the tops of their punctured arms.
“I’m sorry, but that was awful!” Ymowyn laughed with her muzzle stained red.
“I know!” Warren laughed back with just the slightest trace of her blood on his lips.
“I love you,” she cried as Haven stepped forward to bind the pinprick wounds in her arm.
“I love you too!” Warren replied as Garrett and Diggs frantically searched for a way to staunch the dripping flow of blood from the bite marks in Warren’s flesh. Haven whistled to get Garrett’s attention and then tossed him a roll of bandages she had stashed behind the trellises. He gave her a grateful grin and then helped Diggs wrap Warren’s arm.
“Are we married now?” Warren asked as they finished tying off the bandage.
“We’d better be!” Ymowyn growled as she sprang forward again, seizing her new husband by the ribbon around his throat and pulling him into a lingering kiss.
Bargas let out an ear-splitting howl, and the other ghouls joined in. The crowd roared their approval, drowning the music as the band banged out a triumphant reel.
Warren scooped Ymowyn up in his arms and carried her from the square as people crowded them with offered blessings.
Garrett watched them go with a sad smile. He now understood what Mister Bargas had meant about wanting to laugh and cry at the same time.
“Nice booties,” Scupp interrupted Garrett’s thoughts as she shouldered into him on her way past.
“Thanks,” he chuckled, looking down at his ridiculous footwear.
“Come on,” the brindle-furred ghoul said with a grin as she looked back at him, “You don’t wanna miss a ghoul wedding reception.”
“We’ll catch up,” Haven said as she sidled up to Garrett, slipping her hand into his.
Scupp rolled her eyes and laughed as she hurried after her brother and the others, with the tip of her golden crutch clacking on the flower-strewn cobblestones.
“Your people don’t bite each other at their weddings, do they?” Haven asked.
“I don’t remember any Brenhaven weddings,” Garrett admitted, “but I’m pretty sure they didn’t.”
“Good to know,” Haven said with a sly grin, “Good to know.”
Garrett felt his cheeks grow noticeably less cold as Haven dragged him off in the direction of the festivities.
End of Book Six of the Songreaver’s Tale
The adventure will continue in Book Seven.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
Chapter Thirty-three
Chapter Thirty-four
Chapter Thirty-five
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