Komen nodded to the position. “And Veronica you stand here.”

With Komen directly in front of the stone, our bodies made a triangle, just like a regular couple standing in front of a man of the cloth or a judge, except Komen was neither.

“Lachlan hold out your right hand palm up. Good. Now, Veronica wrap your right hand around his wrist. Tight. Like the only thing keeping him from falling is you holding onto him. Yes, yes… now Lachlan you do… excellent,” the magos grinned when Lachlan wrapped his fingers around my wrist in a mirror image of mine around his.

Komen wrapped the white cloth around our hands and wrists, tucking the ends under until it looked like the wrappings for a mummy.

“Now gaze into each other’s eyes as...

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