Sera floated a small binding ceremony. "Nothing fancy. Just Greywood. Just us." She counted venues off on her claws. "The courtyard behind the workshop. String lights. Moon-pies. No Blackthorns. No Ashfords. No press."
My first instinct was to say yes right away. Then the old fear came up—the one that said I'd jinx it, that I didn't deserve to be happy, that something was bound to go wrong.
"What if they come?" I asked.
"Who?"
"Them." I waved vaguely toward Silvermoon City. "My family. Damon. What if they show up and wreck it?"
Sera's eyes went gold. "Let them try."
Kael put a hand on my shoulder. "I'll stand in front of you."
"That's not your job."
"Yes." His voice was quiet. Final. "It is."
I didn't sleep for two nights. Not out of fear. Not because I was having second thoughts.
