“Never thought a necromancy wedding could feel so romantic.” He kissed the tears from one cheek, then the other. “I think it’s perfectly fitting,” he murmured. “You have resurrected me, Dawndrinker.” I laughed, even as I cried. “Sun take me, you are such a sap.” His mouth moved to my lips. “I suspect you love it,” he whispered against me. And he was right. I did.
