Radiance (Wraith Kings, #1)

by Grace Draven

Today was Ildiko’s wedding day, and if she managed not to retch on herself or a guest, she’d consider the entire event a resounding success.

And it would be the height of rudeness for her to run screaming from a future relative by marriage.

The way she said “wedding”—in the same way someone might have said “execution” or “torture session”—made him sputter with laughter. He had no doubt he’d uttered the same word in the exact same tone recently.

Theirs was an agreement based on the beginnings of friendship, respect and an intuitive understanding of each other that still left him slack-jawed with amazement. He refused to taint that accord by inviting vulgar conjecture.