Neil spends an uneasy night. He hears someone clumping about on the deck during the night, but doesn’t go down to confront them. His rationale was that if it was strong enough to get through the wards, it wasn’t something he wanted to face alone. Whoever it was, built what looks like a gibbet on the back deck with the outdoor furniture.
“Oh, Neil!” she rushed to his side. “Why here? Why us?”
“I guess by the reckoning of whoever did that, we’re the weak link. We’re new and we aren’t married. Much as I don’t wanna rush things, babe, I think we need to get married immediately.”
“I agree.”
“Well, darling, it looks like we’re getting married today.” He kissed her, holding her close.
“Surprise!” she sighed somewhat sadly. “I wanted a big fuss.”
“I know. I did, too. When this—whatever it is—is over, we’ll have our fancy wedding.”
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