The murmur of the chapel had thinned into silence. Candles hissed softly, shadows dancing on stone. Hermes tried to steady his breath, but his pulse spiked the moment Dante Quasar walked through the door.
The CEO of the Golden Apple moved as though he owned the room. Crisp suit. Silver hair slicked back. And that smile… That sharp, smooth, and unreadable smile.
Hermes' chest clenched when he saw Dante stride toward the Luxurias.
"Dione. Jove." Dante said warmly.
His arms spread wide. "Still the most lovely couple I laid my eyes on. Wouldn't you give an old bastard a hug?"
Dione blinked, stiff as a rod, but she accepted the hug with the barest inclination of her head. Jove returned it with a quiet smile, his hand patting Dante's shoulder like greeting an estranged brother.
Hermes froze. His stomach dropped as if the floor had given out.
He spun on his heel, striding back to his companions. "Did you see that?"
