of her and that your body, your heart, and your soul are now hers to command.”
Wrath turned around. As he came toward her, she anxiously scanned his face. He was fine. Better than fine. He was positively glowing with love.
Dropping to his knees before her, he bowed his head and held up the box.
“Will you take me as your own?” he asked, looking at her over the top of the sunglasses. His pale, blind eyes were sparkling.
Her hands shook as she accepted the box from him. “Yes. I will.”
Wrath rose, and she threw her arms around him, careful not to reach too far up his back.
A chant began with the brothers, a low beat of words she didn't understand.
“Are you okay?” he said into her ear.
She nodded, wondering why couldn't she have been named Mary. Or Sue.
But no, she had to be nine-letter Elizabeth.
“Can we not do that again?” she asked, burying her head into his shoulder.
Wrath laughed softly. “You'd better brace yourself if we have children.”
The chanting grew louder, deep male voices pumping.
She looked to the brothers, the tall, fierce men who were now a part of her life. Wrath pivoted and put his arm around her. Together, they swayed to the rhythm that swelled, filling the air. The brothers were as one as they paid homage in their language, a single powerful entity.
But then, in a high, keening call, one voice broke out, lifting above the others, shooting higher and higher. The sound of the tenor was so clear, so pure, it brought shivers to the skin, a yearning warmth to the chest. The sweet notes blew the ceiling off with their glory, turning the chamber into a cathedral, the brothers into a tabernacle.
Bringing the very heavens close enough to touch.
It was Zsadist.
His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang.
The scarred one, the soulless one, had the voice of an angel.
Black Dagger Brotherhood 1 - Dark Lover
Chapter Forty-six
During the wedding dinner, Butch went easy on the alcohol. It wasn't hard. He was too busy enjoying Marissa's company.
As well as watching Beth with her new husband. God, she was so happy. And that mean-ass-looking vampire she'd signed on for was just the same. He wouldn't let go of her, couldn't stop staring at her. All night long, he'd had her sitting on his lap at the table, feeding her from his hand while he stroked her neck.
As the party wound down, Marissa stood up from her chair. “I have to go back to my brother's. He's expecting me for dinner, actually.”
So that was why she hadn't eaten anything.
Butch frowned, not wanting her to go. “When will you be back?”
“Tomorrow night?”
Damn, that was forever.
He put his napkin down. “Well, I'll be here. Waiting for you.”
Jeez, talk about whipped , he thought.
Marissa said her good-byes, and then disappeared.
Butch reached for his wineglass and tried to pretend his hand wasn't shaking. The whole blood/fang thing he could almost handle. The poofing stuff was going to take some time.
Ten minutes later, he realized he was sitting at the table alone.
He had no interest in going home. In the space of a day, he'd managed to shelve his real life, just push it into a corner of his mind. And like a gadget that had been broken, he had no interest in pulling it back out, examining it, using it again.
He looked around at all the chairs and thought of the people—er, vampires—who'd filled them.
He was an outsider in their world. An interloper.
Although it wasn't like being the odd man out was a new one for him. The other cops had been good guys, but he'd never been more than work-tight with them, even José. He'd never gone over to the de la Cruzes' for dinner or anything.
As he stared at the empty plates and the half-full wineglasses, he realized he had nowhere to go. Nowhere he wanted to be. The isolation had never bothered him before. Actually, it had made him feel safer somehow. So it was kind of funny that being on his own didn't seem like such a great thing now.
“Yo, cop. We're heading for Screamer's. You wanna come?”
Butch looked up at the doorway. Vishous was in the hall with Rhage and Phury behind him. The vampires had expectant looks on their faces, like they honestly wanted to hang with him.
Butch found himself grinning like the new kid who didn't have to sit alone at lunch after all.
“Yeah, I could do with a bar crawl.”
As he stood