“Cancel the wedding,” Lycian said immediately. Voice hard. Final.
“What? No.” I stared at him. “We’re not canceling because they’re watching.”
“They just threatened us. Directly. At our wedding, we’ll be exposed. Vulnerable. Perfect targets.” He was already pulling out his phone. “We postpone. Move it somewhere private. Somewhere we control.”
“Or we use it. Like we used the spring gathering.” I grabbed his phone before he could call anyone. “They want us scared. Reactive. Let’s give them the opposite. Confidence. Control.”
“You want to use our wedding as bait?” His eyes flashed gold. “Absolutely not.”
“Not bait. A message. That we’re not afraid. That they can watch all they want but they can’t stop us.” I softened my voice. “I’m tired of living in fear. I want to marry you. On schedul
