Chapter Sixty-Seven

Corbin

Standing under an arch by the water with mountains behind it feels unreal, but my hands still sweat. Twinkle lights glow above the aisle while the sky stays bright and the air turns cold.

Dec stands to my left as my best man, jaw tight like he's trying to hold in emotion with muscle, and Lach stands to my right because he refused to let me do this without both brothers flanking me. Griff an