A Witch Central Wedding

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Her knees were trembling.

Lauren leaned into the strong arms of the man waiting for her—and realized it wasn’t her knees at all.

Wild and fearless Devin Sullivan was shaking like a leaf.

His mind and heart stripped naked, he was offering all that he was. All that he would be. Deep love and searing need, and a promise to be water to her soul.

Her heart sang with the joy and rightness of it. And knew it wasn’t complete. He offered everything—except for the one thing critical to the soul of the man who had made happy wreckage of her life.

Wordless, she cupped his face in her hands, lifted his eyes up to hers, planted her feet deep into the rock beneath their feet, and dared his sense of adventure to come out to play.

It took a moment.

But when she saw laughter spark into his eyes, she knew the missing piece had arrived. He was hers now. All of him.

She turned to Edric and winked at his solemn, grumpy face. They were ready.