Evie Stanton

Thane eyed me intensely as I signed the marriage certificate. Desmond sat next to me, signing as our witness while Katarina prepared the paperwork and officiated to make it legally binding.

I knew my parents would refute it, so we had to do everything possible to make it iron-tight.

I passed Thane my quill for him to sign next to my signature.

“Are you sure you don’t want a traditional wedding?” he asked, a smile playing ...