Alyssa

Niko walks me downstairs and out back toward a massive barn in the rear of the clubhouse. Apparently, this is their "church," a spot reserved for serious club gatherings, and tonight, it's for me and King.

My nerves are skittering, but I manage to keep it together. Niko's solid grip on my arm keeps me grounded. I shoot him a quick, sideways grin, lowering my voice so only he can hear. "Feels like you're walking me down the aisle."

He smirks. "Probably the closest ...