Blaze:
I’ve never been nervous a day in my damn life.
Not when I got jumped by three rivals behind the bar. Not when Saint handed me my patch and made me take an oath. Not even when I had to put down a man for hurting one of our own.
But today?
Standing in a too-tight button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to show my ink because I couldn’t breathe otherwise, watching Kat glide toward me in a glittering short white dress with Phoenix dropping flower petals like some tiny pink goddess—I was shaking.
Not that I’d ever admit it.
The courthouse was small, sterile, and quiet. White walls. A creaky fan. One of those rooms where you’d expect a judge to bark at you for a parking ticket. Not where you’d expect to say I do.
But that was the thing about us—we made the broken places beautiful
