Elena POV
Lucas climbed on my lap instead of his own chair in the wedding hall and sat there with the lack of self-consciousness that only a child who had decided who his people were and decided that he would be as close to those people as possible.
I had become one of his people, but I couldn't examine that feeling too closely during the wedding of my enemies. I boxed it up carefully and tucked it into a corner of my heart to wait for a moment where I could truly appreciate how fulfilling it felt to be the stepmother of this precious boy. For now, I wrapped my arm around him to keep him from leaning too far back and falling.
Adrian took the chair that was meant to be Lucas’s, putting him directly by my side. He leaned over and slung his arm over the back of my chair with the casual air
