Angie Fox: My Big Fat Demon Slayer Wedding

Ha. Well, “I was angry.”

She harrumphed. “Pissed is more like it.” She frowned. “The curses were supposed to weaken you, too. Or else they would have killed mister hot stuff over here,” she said, glancing at Dimitri.

“It was worth the risk,” he said, as if we weren’t talking about his life.

Did I know how to pick them or what?

Creely walked over, the bottom of her shirt full of pork rinds. “Have the corn dogs come out yet?”

Grandma shrugged. “Ask Melody. She’s manning the kitchen.”

Creely cursed. “She’s probably in there eating them.”

Grandma grinned. “Creely here was one of the last to fall.”

“No kidding?” The engineering witch stood a little taller. “I didn’t feel it.”

Grandma rolled her eyes. “You’re too damned logical. Your mind has no cracks.” Creely smiled at that. Then frowned when Grandma added, “Zatar got you when you sat down and got all misty eyed in the fourth row.”

Aww…Creely cared.

She made a break for the corn dogs.

“Sorry about your emerald,” Grandma said.

I ran a finger over the stone. It had healed itself, but there was a soft line running through it where the gash had been. “It gives it personality.” And it had survived. We all had.

My mom dragged a half-burned wedding chair over to our little group and sat down. “Are we safe now?” she asked, doing a butt dance in her seat, “because I have a surprise for you.”

The back door opened and Melody the weapons witch came out, holding an artfully stacked tray of Twinkies. They were shaped into an “L” and a “D.”

“It was the only thing they had,” mom said, quickly, “but if you get closer, you can see I made little doves out of wrapping paper.”

“Martha Stewart, eat your heart out,” I said, leaning over to hug her.

“This is a nice party,” she said, sitting back, content.

“Now it is.” We’d freed the ghost. We’d lifted the darkness.

“All you have left is the honeymoon,” my mom teased.

That was one secret I didn’t see when I’d entered Dimitri’s head. I turned to him. “Where are we going?”

“Hyperborea,” he answered triumphantly.

“Hypo-what?” Grandma asked. “What about Vegas or something?”

Too many demons. “I thought Hyperborea was mythical,” I said.

Dimitri grinned. “I told you it would be some place fun. It’s the griffin version of Monaco,” he said proudly, “only less crowded.”

“And I think the food’s better,” Pirate said, curling around my feet.

“You’ve never been there,” I told him. He was my dog. I’d have known.

“No, but I licked the brochures,” he said happily. “Did you know they talk to dogs there? And they let dragons stay in your hotel room!”

I turned to Dimitri. “We are not taking the dragon on our honeymoon.”

“He’s family,” Dimitri said, drawing me out of my chair. “Besides, they have special activities for the pets. They can run the obstacle courses, and we’ll sneak back to the room. It’ll be perfect. You’ll see.”

I looked deep into his eyes and saw the love I’d sought my whole life. I was humbled and touched by his pure acceptance of me as a person, and at that moment I knew. “It will be perfect because I’ll be there with you.”

Angie Fox is the New York Times bestselling author of several books about vampires, werewolves and things that go bump in the night. She claims that researching her stories can be just as much fun as writing them. In the name of fact-finding, Angie has ridden with Harley biker gangs, explored the tunnels underneath Hoover Dam and found an interesting recipe for Mamma Coalpot’s Southern Skunk Surprise (she’s still trying to get her courage up to try it).

Angie earned a Journalism degree from the University of Missouri. She worked in television news and then in advertising before beginning her career as an author. Visit Angie at www.angiefox.com

More books by Angie Fox

The Accidental Demon Slayer series

The Accidental Demon Slayer

The Dangerous Book for Demon Slayers

A Tale of Two Demon Slayers

The Last of the Demon Slayers

My Big Fat Demon Slayer Wedding

The Monster MASH trilogy

Immortally Yours

Immortally Embraced

Immortally Ever After

Short Stories

Gentlemen Prefer Voodoo

Love Bites

Murder on Mysteria Lane (from The Real Werewives of Vampire County anthology)

What Slays in Vegas (from the So I Married a Demon Slayer anthology)

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