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“What else could it mean?” Bex asked.

“Maybe it’s the order we meet our soulmates in,” Faye suggested. She added a shrug as the others looked at her.

“But I met Robert years ago.” Mia said nothing. Neither did Faye, and the silence stretched on until it gained an uncomfortable edge. “Great, so the two of you think that Robert isn’t the one for me?”

“It might not even be that, maybe I just met my soulmate sooner and didn’t realise?” Mia suggested, trying to keep her voice soft and placating. She might not like Robert, but she wanted her sister to be happy. “Maybe it’s just a case of getting the other boxes and trying those?”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Faye said. “Did you bring them?” she asked her. Mia shook her head.

“I didn’t think we’d need them.” Faye grabbed Mia’s arm in a surprisingly firm grip and dragged her away from Bex, who seemed lost in thought.

“We need to get those boxes, she’s not going to accept anything until we do. Where are they?”

“At home.”

“Is there anyone who can go get them?” Mia started to shake her head, before changing her mind.

“Felix,” she said, before she’d even realised whose name she was saying Really, her choice should have been Skyler. He was the man she’d come here with after all. But instead her mind was filled with thoughts of the tall dark and handsome, not to mention shirtless, man from earlier in the day.

“Who the hell is Felix?” Faye demanded.

“The best man.”

“And you know him how?”

“I don’t really,” Mia said, shrugging.

“Hmm.” Faye looked lost in thought. “Fine, go send him then.” It took a moment for the words to register in Mia’s head, but once they did, she began questioning what the hell she’d let herself in for. She had all of ten minutes experience with the man, trusting him in her house wasn’t something she’d imagined possible.

Chapter Four

The last thing Felix expected was to open another knocking door to find the bride’s sister standing on the other side of it. She was a lot more put together than last time, with her dress glittering in the light and her hair nearly pinned. Weirdly, he couldn’t decide which look he actually liked more. They both suited her.

“I think it’s bad luck for you to be here,” he said, leaning against the door frame and giving himself another moment to take her in. She really was beautiful. Not merely sexy or pretty like he normally thought about women either, but drop dead, out of this world gorgeous. He wanted to take her as his own at the same time as hiding her away from the world so no one else could look at her. Which wasn’t normal for a dryad, he’d never heard of any of his kind becoming possessive before.

“No, it would be bad luck if my sister were here and if Robert saw her. I’m just a bridesmaid.”

“One dangerously near the best man,” he muttered and she cocked her head almost as if she’d overheard. But that couldn’t be right. Only a paranormal would be able to hear the volume he’d spoken in, and even then not all of them would.

“Look, I need a favour. It’s for the bride.”

“And I’m just supposed to say yes?” he rose an eyebrow to accompany his question, and she scowled at him, which didn’t take anything away from how she glowed in his eyes.

“Please Felix,” she said, a vulnerability entering her voice that surprised him. He didn’t take her for the kind of woman who just let that kind of emotion show.

“Fine, if it’s for the bride.”

“I need you to go to my house and get the two jewellery boxes that are on the dresser in my bedroom.”

“You want me to go to your house? Into your bedroom? As in, where you sleep?” Even as he asked, his mind went to what other activities she’d get up to in her room. And what they could do there together. Maybe after the wedding he’d see if he could convince her, though he had the feeling that once the two of them started, there would be no end. It wouldn’t be the worst thing really.

“Yes, look I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. But we were given these necklaces by my Grandma and I brought the wrong one because we thought that Bex would be the first...” she trailed off, looking horrified and he had to wonder why.

“The first what?”

“Nothing,” she shot back instantly, convincing him that there was definitely something going on here that wasn’t quite normal.

“Fine. What do they look like?”


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