Bloody Valentine by Melissa de La Cruz

happiness and pride. She swelled with love. Against everything, they were together. Against everything, she was his and he was hers.
    Did she feel different? Somehow she had imagined an invisible bond forming between them, a physical sensation tying them to each other. Yet she felt the same. Only better. Only more complete. More at peace.
    The small room burst into cheering and applause.

    When they walked out of the church to the cheerful strains of Mendelssohn’s “Wedding March,” their friends greeted them with bright sparklers that shone against the darkness and called their names to the skies.
    Jack tightened his grip on her hand, and Schuyler squeezed back twice. It was their secret code. It meant I love you .
    Tomorrow Jack would leave her. Tomorrow he would return to New York and she would head for Alexandria.
    But tonight, they would dance.

Acknowledgments

    Thank you from the bottom of my heart to my family. Mike and Mattie. Mom. Aina, Steve, Nicholas, and Josey. Chit and Christina. Mom and Dad J and all the other J’s. Miss you, Pop. Thank you to my lovely editors, Christian Trimmer and Stephanie Lurie, and everyone at Hyperion. Thank you to my wonderful agent, Richard Abate. Thank you to all of you who have been with the Blue Bloods for so long. Arrivederci for now. See you again soon.