Bab 797: Chapter 797: Royal Wedding

I glared at my reflection in the mirror. "I'm not going."

"You are." Sassafras growled softly at me before sighing heavily. "And so am I, remember?"

"They're not going to make you wear a ridiculous outfit and parade around like you're their property." More glaring.

I. Was. Not. Going.

Sass hopped down from the bed and waddled to my side, tail quivering. "You can't let Meira down," he said, leaping into my lap. I stroked his fur absently. "It would be a terrible thing for her to have to sit through Harry's marriage alone."

"So maybe he shouldn't get married." Whiny much? But there was the crux, wasn't it?

Today was my father's wedding day.

And the last place I wanted to be was Demonicon. In fact, a hole somewhere deep and far away would have been preferable. Anything other than having to endure my father marrying a demon.

That would be the end for Mom and Dad. The real end. And I didn't think I could handle it.