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Josephine’s anxiety about tonight.
Rune’s excitement for a night out.
Sebastian’s usual anger and gloom.
Things are getting worse.
Not just with Sebastian’s mental state, but with all three of us. There is tension between Rune, Sebastian, and me that hasn’t been there before and it worries me.
The three of us are brothers.
We’re supposed to be a united front, yet we keep butting heads—and not in the harmless way we used to. These days, it’s like we’re one wrong word away from being at each other’s throats.
Sebastian was at mine less than a week ago.
I look to Rune, then Sebastian on either side of me, wondering how to get back to the way things used to be.
“I thought it would give too much of a wedding vibe, but I have to admit,” Josephine says as she steps out for the reveal. “This is pretty damned close to what I imagined wearing tonight.”
Sebastian’s pick is a mermaid cut that hugs Josie’s body in all the right places, accentuating her curves and leaving me spellbound. The bodice is a pearlescent white adorned with delicate, intricate-looking beadwork that bleeds into the skirt. The mermaid cut flares out at her knees with puffs of delicate, shimmering organza that shifts from pinks to purples.
I knew she would look stunning in whatever she ended up wearing, but seeing this gown on her, the way the fabric clings to her form and shimmers subtly in the light—Sebastian outdid himself with this pick.
I’m not the only one taken by Josephine.
Rune lets out an impressed whistle, his hazel eyes shining as he takes in our mate. “Well, I’ll be damned. Who knew Bas had such an eye for fashion?”
Sebastian’s expression remains impassive, but a hint of satisfaction gleams in his icy blue gaze as he looks over his work. “I have an eye for many things.”
Even Josephine can’t take her eyes off herself. She turns from side to side in the full-length mirror, watching the way her dress moves as she does. “It’s perfect. Thank you, Sebastian.”
“It’s almost perfect. You’re still missing the key component of the ensemble.” He produces a mask that perfectly complements Josephine’s gown.
The mask is a delicate work of art, a harmony of the sun and moon. The sun, resplendent in its golden glory, sits above one eye, while the moon, a delicate crescent, graces the other. The mask sparkles with celestial gemstones that catch the light like stars in the night sky.
Josephine takes the mask, and as she gazes into Sebastian’s eyes, her own shine with gratitude. With the mask in place, and the look completed, she is transformed into an ethereal goddess.
Sebastian eases forward, his movements stiff and tentative as he reaches behind Josephine to take the clips from her hair. The long, black tresses fall loose, cascading down her back in waves. The darkness of her hair and the fuchsia streaks are a striking contrast against the lavender and silver of the dress.
Josephine seems taken by the nearness of Bas, her heart racing until he steps back to give her some space.
She blushes when she catches Rune’s approving eye, and warmth spreads through her as she takes the three of us in. “You three clean up very well. I’m a lucky girl to have such handsome escorts. For tonight, let’s put our differences aside and have a pleasant time.”
Wouldn’t that be nice?
“Then we need to get our asses in the carriage, Cinderella.” Rune gestures to the door.
“Right, what time is it?” Josie grabs my wrist, twisting it around to look at my watch. “Crap, we are so late.”
Rune steps up behind her, his usual carefree smirk in place. “You’ve never been to a formal event like this, have you?”
“What makes you say that?”
Rune slips his arm through hers and tugs her along. “Because, darling,” he says as he spins the two of them around, “important people are always fashionably late.”
I can’t help but admire the two of them. The radiance of Josie’s smile is enough to rival the sparkle of her dress as it catches the light. She is always so carefree when she’s with Rune.
My sire shifts her in his arms, and I notice how their hours of sparring together has given him a casual familiarity when he handles her body. “How else do we make our grand entrance?”
