55

“Congratulations on your new match,” Raziel said, and she realized he was the one who had spoken. “Keilor is a good friend of ours, and we wish his new wife every happiness,”

“Happiness and a long life,” Isfael seconded.

Jasmine frowned lightly. “Well, I don’t know about the long life, but I’m definitely going for happiness. Thank you.”

Isfael unclipped a pouch from his belt, flipped up the cover and extracted a folded belt and a black laser gun. He presented both to her with a toothy smile. “We thought Keilor’s wife ought to have her own gun. This way, if he gets out of line, you can bring him to heel.”

Jasmine laughed and took the holstered weapon. “Thank you,” she told them, and tried it on for size. It fit very well. When she looked up again, they had shifted back. She blinked and shivered. “You guys have got to stop doing that.”