After the wedding, Sasha sat stiffly in the limo, waiting for her new husband. The rest of the team watched her in amusement.

Sasha glared when she noticed. "What?"

Alex, Jason, and David burst out laughing.

Jessica sent them a fierce look and told her gently, "It just looks as if you're impatient for him to come."

Sasha made a face. "I'm not. I just can't stand this dress. It feels like the bodice is about to burst. I don't want to be seen in it."

David grinned and said suggestively, "Yeah, and I bet Brian would enjoy seeing you without it."

Before Sasha could reply, Anna slapped his head. "Be nice! Just because she's younger doesn't mean you can mouth off to her. She is supposed to be our second-in-command after her husband."

Sasha cocked her head. "I thought he was gay."

This time, Alicia, Jessica, and Anna started giggling. Jason gave her a puzzled look. "Brian? Are you kidding? That's just his excuse to not date. Since the prophecy, he's refused to go out with anyone. He said that if he was going to meet a mystery woman with wings and marry her, there wasn't much point in dating because she would be fairly obvious. Ellen agreed and became a nurse to be able to watch out at the hospital."

Just then, Brian opened the door and climbed in to sit beside Sasha, flushed. Alex crossed his arms and glared at him. "You aren't gay."

Brian was flushed before, but his face went bright red at that. "How do you know?" he defended himself. "I wouldn't tell you guys if I was."

Alex just sat there, glowering at him. "Brian. Tell. The. Truth."

Brian pouted. "Unfair. You guys get shirts and I don't. What kind of odds are those?"

Sasha just rolled her eyes and pointed out, "You're getting out of the car in a minute. There's no time to argue."

Sure enough, a moment later, the car rolled to a stop in front of a small two-story house. Waving goodbye, the others climbed out of the limo and went into the house.

Once they were alone, Sasha asked, "Why are backless dresses so uncomfortable?"

Brian blinked. "Am I supposed to know?"

"No," she sighed, leaning against the side of the car. Removing the veil, she set it on her lap and freed her long hair. Brian watched, mesmerized, as she shook it out over her shoulders and closed her eyes. Her hair served as a veil, but Brian thought he could see her mascara streaking down her cheeks. After a moment, he reached over and brushed it away from her face.

Tears were rolling down her face, and her big brown eyes were wet. Brian hesitantly touched her hand. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," gasped Sasha, "but me."

Brian nodded sympathetically and was on the other side of the car as fast as he could get there.

When the car finally pulled up in front of a small, white house, Sasha was composed once more. She stepped out of the car and onto the pavement. Brian appeared behind Sasha and placing his hand on the small of her back, nudged her forward.

Sasha glanced up at him. "How old are you?"

Brian flushed. "Nineteen."

She whirled and slammed the door behind him. Brian winced and thanked God she had chosen a simple halter dress without a train. Still, the look flashing in her eyes as she looked him up and down was a dangerous one if he'd ever seen one.

"How old is the rest of the team?"

He stepped forward, forcing her back. "They range from seventeen to nineteen."

Sasha tried not to flinch and pointedly ignored the fact that her nose was approximately two inches away from his bare chest. "Are the others aware that you are married to a sophomore in high school?"

He pressed on forward. "Yes."

She frowned and took a tiny step back. "Are you sure?"

He rolled his eyes and stepped around her. She turned to watch him walk down the hall to a bedroom and fling it open. "This is my room." Sasha crept forward to peek inside. It suited him, done up in golds and browns.

"And where do I stay?" she asked suspiciously.

Brian led her to another door and opened it, more gently this time. "Here. You stay here."

Sasha looked in and her jaw dropped in surprise. "Oh, my."

She stepped in and Brian watched her walk into the room. She looked around and smiled.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes."

Before he could say anything else, the door slammed shut in his face. Brian stared at the door and then shook his head. Women!