Russo’s POV
Now that my nerves were under control and the ceremony over, I let myself get swept away in the fun of the wedding reception. While I might have chosen more comfortable clothing for a party than the tuxedo, I wasn’t going to complain.
For the first time in forever, we could cut loose and enjoy. The threat of the Huntsman was over, the only lingering reminders were pieces that could be dealt with, and some were already on their way to resolution, like the little fae growing in my bride’s belly.
I’d never seen a woman sexier than Lisa looked today. It wasn’t simply the wedding dress, though it did make her look enchanted. But she loved me, and I loved her. She was bonding herself to me despite my flaws. And she was pregnant with my child, the continuation of my kind.
Severa
