We left for our honeymoon at midnight. Slipped away from the reception while guests were still celebrating. Cade drove us to a private airfield. No commercial flights. Hidden.
“Where are we going?” I asked. Still in my wedding dress.
“Somewhere they can’t find us. Somewhere off every grid.” Lycian held my hand. “Two weeks. Just us. No phones. No pack business. No Collective.”
The plane was small. Private. Luxurious. We boarded quickly. Took off within minutes.
I watched the city shrink below us. All the danger. Getting smaller.
“I’m sorry,” Lycian said. “Our wedding got crashed by conspiracy terrorists.”
“I married you. That’s all that matters.” I leaned against him. “The rest is just noise.”
“But we’re married. Bonded. Nothing can change that.”
We flew for hours. I dozed against h
