My Big Fat Demon Slayer Wedding by Angie Fox Read Free Book Online Page B

men I’ve barely met.”
    Oh, geez. “You didn’t say that to him, did you?”
    “No. He’s not here yet.”
    That was strange. He’d had to run a quick errand for his clan, but he should have been here by now. I hoped he was okay.
    Her face pinched. “You tell him. If he is going to marry my daughter, he needs to keep his Johnson in his drawers.”
    Suddenly I wished the house were cursed so the floor could swallow me whole.
    “Don’t get too worked up until you meet him. Okay?”
    She nodded one too many times. “When he gets here. When is he going to get here?”
    “Soon.” I hoped.  
    I didn’t know what had happened to the groom.

Chapter Six

    Dimitri should have arrived by nightfall. He wasn’t answering his phone, or my multiple texts.
    Something had to be wrong.  
    But there was nowhere to go. Nothing I could do about it. And so I sat out on the front porch, waiting.  
    It was the curse of being a demon slayer. I didn’t worry about traffic jams or the chance that he’d lost his cell phone or gotten it wet. My mind was filled with…other things.
    The cool evening air cut through the thin fabric of my dress, and I rubbed at my chilly arms. What I’d give for a sweater. Or for my fiancé to appear from around the curve in the long driveway.
    Laughter and general mayhem from the tea-turned-karaoke party filtered out into the night. I didn’t even want to think about what else they might be doing in there. The Darjeeling was certainly flowing.
    I stood and immediately regretted it as the chilly air blew straight up my dress. I paced to keep warm.  
    It didn’t help.
    I was checking my phone—again—when there was a rustling in the bushes to my left. I turned quickly and relaxed as a knobby head appeared.
    “Lizzie!” My dog went from zero to sixty as he clambered out of the bushes and up the front steps. “I was looking for you!”
    I reached out and scratched the wiry fur on his back. “You thought I might be hanging out in the hedges?”  
    Pirate mulled that over for a second. “Nah. I just smelled something. You know I had to check that out. Now I don’t want to alarm you, but we have to get inside. I smell bacon, cheese, shrimp, and more cheese!”
    I drew him into my arms. “I can’t, bub. Too worried.” I sat back down on the steps and cradled the dog in my arms. He was toasty warm from all his running around. It felt good.
    Maybe it was ridiculous. I mean, Dimitri was strong, fearless. Even if he ran into something terrible out there, he was a good fighter. He could take care of himself.  
    But I loved him.
    I stared out into the black night, trying to see, to anticipate, to imagine the slightest light at the end of the dark driveway.
    “Why can’t I relax anymore?” I asked Pirate.  
    “You and me both, sister,” he said, rolling over so I could rub his tummy.
    Technically, that party in there was for me. My mom had come in all the way from Atlanta. Until today, I hadn’t seen her in a year. And the biker witches? Sure, we saw each other all the time, but that didn’t mean I should be ignoring them. “They’re living it up and I’m sitting out here. Alone.”
    Pirate nosed my elbow. “Excuse me?”
    Okay. So I was sitting outside with a dog.
    Had my position as a demon slayer robbed my ability to simply be with the people I loved, to have fun? Had it stolen my life from me?
    Pirate wriggled off my lap and curled up next to me on the porch. He rested his head on my leg and exhaled, his warm doggie breath tickling my wrist. “I’d rather be inside eating snacks.”
    I scratched him on the soft spot behind his ears. “Me, too, bub. Me, too.”
    After midnight, when my back was stiff and my head ached from worrying, Pirate and I made the climb up to my room. I closed my door, blocking most of the party noise from the first floor, and slipped off my shoes. I rested my phone next to my head and let my doggie curl up next to me.
    “I’m sure he’s fine,” Pirate