The Den of Desires
She pulled back and turned towards the officiator, still waiting, dazed, at the altar.
“Well?” she said lightly, with a small wave of her hand. “Join them.”
Then she made her way to a pew, taking her seat as if she’d just passed a torch instead of stepping down from a throne.
The officiator blinked, straightened, and nodded solemnly before turning to face us.
“Do you, Rhysand Cullen, take Camilla Dowling, to be your bonded mate and Luna, in spirit, heart, and rule?”
“I do,” Rhysand said, his voice a steady promise, eyes locked only on me.
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