Chapter 83
The wedding was not supposed to be extravagant.
That had been Kiera's first rule.
"No guest lists that require security clearance," she had told Kade. "No armored convoys. No black suits with earpieces pretending to be waiters."
He had agreed.
But even stripped of spectacle, the day carried a weight neither of them could ignore.
Because it wasn't just a wedding.
It was proof.
Proof that after everything—after Victor Hale, after betrayals and gunfire and near-death silences—they had made it to something soft.
And softness, Kiera had learned, required more courage than war.
The ceremony was held outside the city, at a coastal estate that overlooked the sea. Not the harbor—the old harbor still carried too many ghosts—but a stretch of open shoreline untouched by industry.
The morning air was cool, the kind that felt clean in the lungs.
