Then Caden is the second. His hair is parted cleanly at the side, smooth, framing his face perfectly. It sharpens his features, makes his eyes stand out more, gives him this calm, confident look that feels intentional like he’s stepping into a role he was born for.
And then Gunnar.
My breath catches.
His hair is pulled back completely, bound tight into jet black perfection, every strand perfect, every inch of him composed. He looks colder like this, more distant, more powerful.
I gulp hard.
“What is this madness?” I demand, my voice shaky despite my effort to sound strong. “And where is my husband?”
They all turn their backs to me at once. It feels intentional.
Cane speaks without looking at me. “Don’t worry, Riley. You can go back to being his wife after getting married to us today
