The groom was waiting with the minister or preacher or whatever. I smiled down at Hannah, Darren’s daughter. The death of her mother, Darren’s first wife, had awakened Hannah’s dormant succubus powers. Now she was going to be Kass’s adopted daughter. I was thrilled Hannah would have such a teacher and guardian. “You ready?” I asked in an excited whisper as music began playing. She nodded, crossing her arms in her delicate light purple dress and smooshing the basket of flower petals against her. “I was born ready,” her saucy butt informed me. I smothered a laugh as I said, “You have been spending too much time with me.” She shrugged. Holding her head high, tossing petals regally, she gracefully walked the aisle to her father. I love that kid. As I turned to Kass, my smile fell away. She looked at me blankly. “I should smile?” she questioned. “Only if you want to.” My own smile felt rigid and, like Kass’s, didn’t reach my eyes. … The ceremony was elegant, just like Kass.
