Derek moved fast for a man in a tuxedo. He came down the aisle with his shoulders forward and his face red, shoving past two uncles and a pack elder who barely got out of the way in time. "What is this?" His voice cracked off the stone walls. "Claire — what the hell is this?" Julian didn't look at him. He looked at Claire. One long, steady look, like he was checking that she was still decided. She held his gaze without flinching. Something in his face settled. He bent slightly, hooked one arm behind her knees, and lifted her over his shoulder in a single motion. Claire grabbed his jacket. "A little warning next time." "You'll live." He was already walking toward the side door, one hand flat against the back of her thighs to keep her steady, completely unhurried, like carrying a bride out of her own wedding was something he did every other Tuesday. "Put her down!" Derek was six feet behind them now, his voice going higher. "That's my—" "She was," Julian said without t
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