Page 65 of Their Tracked Obsession

Raven smoothed her hands down my hair. She peered into the mirror with certain eyes until she smiled as her gaze caught something in the reflection, and she picked up my veil. The long, white, lightweight tulle flowed effortlessly down my shoulders, and Raven placed her cheek against mine.

“They’re already here.” Raven whispered and pecked my cheek. “See you out there.”

Raven disappeared out of the tent. Gone in the blink of an eye. But in her place were my phantoms. The ghosts who haunted me.

“Sin?” I spun around. “Saint?”

“Yes, my love. We’re here,” Sin answered with a shy smile. “I hope we aren’t too late?”

“No.” I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand. “Right on time.”

“We came as fast as we could, but Saint was hungry. We had to make a quick stop. You know how he gets on an empty stomach,” Sin said.

“He gets grumpy.” I stepped forward out of natural reflex and wiped away some condiment from the corner of Saint’s mouth.

“Ah, shit…” Saint wiped the back of his hand across his lips. “Did I miss some ketchup?”

“Yep,” I giggled.

The room grew silent. Saint checked his face in the reflection while Sin placed his hands in his pockets and waited for him. He shifted from one black dress shoe to the other. I hadn’t seen him nervous before, and my stomach was in knots again.

“I know it’s bad luck to see the bride before she even walks down the aisle…” Saint brushed his hand down my arm and left my skin tingling. “But you look beautiful.”

“I do?” I glanced back at Saint.

“As gorgeous as the first time we laid eyes on you and knew you had to be ours.” I peered over at Sin as he caressed my other arm and stared at me full of intent. “Forever.”

My men were heart-stopping, breathtakingly handsome. I couldn’t contain my heartbeat, drumming in my ears at the vision of them wearing the darkest version of themselves. The only true shade to morally suit them as they held me between them, dressed in black tuxedos, ready to marry me.

There was only one question in our way. The only reason we remained inside this tent with everyone waiting for a decision to be made in a place where the deceased lay within their caskets. The dead prepared to roll over in their graves to the wedding march.

“Does this mean—” Sin pressed a finger to my lips.

“Yes. I want to marry you,” Saint whispered in my ear.

“Me too.” Sin removed his limb and took my hand. “But first, you need your ring back.”

Saint tilted my chin toward him. “If you’ll still have us?”

“No tracker?” I asked.

“Nope,” Saint replied with a gleam in his blue eyes. “Never again.”

“Wait…” I pushed away.

Sin and Saint’s closeness made my mind unclear, foggy as a dense mist clouding my judgment, and I could get endlessly lost in it. I couldn’t think straight with them too near.

“But, Liv, we—” I held up a hand and demanded silence.

“I know…” I glanced at Sin and back at Saint. “But can I trust you?”

Both men stepped forward. I took a deep breath. Unable to move as they each took my hands, and I let them. The answer I had long sought was right in front of me. Our fate was about to reveal itself.

“Yes, you can.” Saint kissed my knuckles. “Always.”

“We’re respecting your worth with the same trust you’ve always shown us.” Sin held up my engagement ring. “With honor, love, and affection as long as you’ll still have us?”

“I will.” I exhaled, my heart pounding against my chest. “I’ll marry you.”