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his daughter to pay off the family debts under the carpet.
    Of course, there were two sides to every story. Her father had sold her, yes, but Dev had also bought her. Had they haggled over the price, each trying to get the best deal? Just the thought made her want to kick her handsome groom. She turned to him and stalled. For some stupid reason, despite what they’d done earlier just yards from their guests, she felt shy talking to him.
    “Thank you.” She finally settled on, shifting a closer to him to avoid the guests around them. “You didn’t have to do that.”
    He still had hold of her hand, his thumb stroking idly over the back. His green-eyed gaze caught hers, and instead of the arrogance she’d seen earlier, she saw only understanding and support. Then it hit her. He was arrogant when he was unsure, or maybe nervous. Offering a small smile, she squeezed back. Although the idea of Dev being nervous was almost ludicrous, she was sure she was right.
    “You’re welcome. And I did. You’re my wife now, Ash, and anyone who upsets you has me to deal with.” He smiled, which made her heart do a little flip-flop in her chest, and nodded to his father. Lord Hunter Sr. was currently ogling the deep cleavage of a female guest so closely Ash was surprised he didn’t fall into it nose first.
    “I know what family can be like. Mind you…” His voice was low as he pulled her into his arms.
    A thrill of awareness shot through her and her determination to be the perfect ice queen disappeared as though it had never been.
    “Since he made the deal that brought you to me, I can forgive him a lot.”
    She froze, her world turning on its axis for the second time that night.
    “Wait. What? You didn’t demand a perfect faery princess?”
    His expression was unreadable as he looked down at her. His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her snugly against his solid body. She let him. Despite all her anger and bravado earlier, being held by him felt good. Her body warmed and softened as need and its twin, longing, threaded through her veins and reminded her that they were married.
    “No, I didn’t. I didn’t even demand a virgin sacrifice.”
    Color hit her cheeks in a tidal wave. So he’d heard that scathing comment.
    “In fact, I didn’t demand anything. I didn’t even want to get married. Not two weeks ago, anyway.”
    A gasp of disbelief escaped her lips before she could stop it. First off, he demanded a virgin princess—well, someone had at least—and now he was telling her he hadn’t wanted to get married. Her fingers closed into a death grip on the handle of her bouquet as the temptation to shove it where the sun didn’t shine almost overwhelmed her.
    “That’s it, darlings! Just hold it there. Perfect shot, perfect shot! That’s it, glower for me sweetheart. You look so sexy like that.”
    The photographer, forgotten when he’d bustled off to snap the giggling bridesmaids, made an unwelcome reappearance, camera in hand and already clicking away. Not taking her eyes off her bridegroom, her body tight with tension, Ash turned her head slightly to address the photographer.
    “Unless you take that camera and go get click happy somewhere else,” she ground out. “I will—and this is a promise, not a threat—go Fae bridezilla on your ass. Do I make myself clear?”
    Reacting to her anger, the witching coiled around her. It whispered across every inch of exposed skin and lifted the loose strands of her hair into a tumultuous display. Dev chuckled as the photographer muttered his apologies and beat a hasty retreat.
    “Remind me not to piss you off,” he said in a soft, warm voice that made her think of long summer afternoons in a hammock together.
    She narrowed her eyes at him, but her anger was already abating, the witching-driven storm dissipating as though it had never been.
    “You already pissed me off,” she pointed out as he drew her aside into a small alcove. With an indulgent smile, the few