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  "Nik." She stared back at him, uncertain, terrified she was only dreaming.

  "Marry me, Mikayla," he said softly. "Don't make me go out into the cold again. I don't think I could live like that after knowing your warmth."

  "Yes." She wasn't hesitating. If it was a dream, if she was hallucinating, then she wanted it all. "Oh, God, yes."

  The dream was real. The ring on her finger, the man who rose to pull her into his embrace, the kiss that touched her lips.

  "Your parents are on their way over," he groaned against her lips. "Those damned brothers of yours. Something about celebrating."

  She wasn't hallucinating.

  "I love you, Nik," she whispered against his lips. "Always."

  "Always, little fairy," he whispered back. "I'll love you forever." 223

  EPILOGUE

  One year later

  The bride wore antique white, and if the smooth silk looked just a little full at the stomach, then no one mentioned it.

  The groom wore black, his long blond hair tied back, his expression fierce as he watched his bride walk slowly up the aisle.

  He could feel his hands trying not to shake.

  If ever she had looked like a fairy, then it was now. Ethereal, petite, and delicate. A dream he had never allowed himself to have until she was forced into his life. Now, he would die for her. He would kill to keep her.

  Her and the child she carried within her.

  Their child.

  Nik couldn't believe he had the courage, but his Mikayla was courage itself. Determination.

  Strength.

  Love.

  She was his soul, and he had no shame admitting it.

  He stepped to her, her graceful fingers lying against his arm as he stared down at her.

  His perfect, beautiful fairy.

  Amethyst eyes stared up at him, sparkling with tears and with joy behind the antique lace of the veil.

  It was her dream wedding. She was his dream bride.

  "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here together . . ." The priest's words droned on. The vows were in Nik's soul, tied to hers, wrapping them together with silken, unbreakable bonds.

  His bride.

  They called him Renegade, but his Mikayla would now call him husband. And to Nik, "husband" was a far better word.

  "You may kiss the bride."

  His fingers actually shook as he lifted the veil, curved his arm around her, pulled her to him, and in that kiss they sealed the vows they had made a year before. To love forever.

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  Table of Contents

  Title

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

 


 

  Lora Leigh, Renegade

  (Series: Elite Ops # 5)

 

 


 

 
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