Page 342 of Black Reign

“And Xavier came.”

There.

The truth.

Bigger than any vow I could write.

His eyes close briefly.

When they reopen, everything in them is exposed.

For me.

Only me.

“Still here?” I whisper.

His forehead lowers to mine.

“Always.”

That does it.

I cry.

One stupid tear becomes several.

Xavier wipes them away as if there is no priest, no dog, no security men pretending very hard not to look.

Only us.

Again.

Always us.

The priest finishes.

Rings are placed into our hands.

Simple bands.

Mine thin and elegant.

His dark and understated.

Xavier slides mine onto my finger.

I watch it cross my knuckle.

Blackwell.

The name should frighten me.

Instead, I look into his eyes.

Then I slide his ring onto his hand.

Ghost has a wedding ring.