Ari took Grayson’s arm and he patted her hand, reassuring her. Then he turned toward the priest and nodded. But she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was about a foot taller than her and stood very tall and straight, adding to his height. There was a regal air about him, one cultivated only with time and having been raised with royalty.

Vickie had been right. She could do worse.

Ari turned toward the priest, listening to the words as old as time itself, that would bind them ...