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don’t remember?”
    “No,” Sol replied.
    His head tilted slightly to the side. “So strange. You didn’t seem under the influence of anything. I can’t believe you don’t remember any of it.”
    “You said there is a DVD, do you have the footage of the ceremony?” Hannah asked in a shaky voice.
    “Yes, of course, and the photos are ready.” He turned to a desk on one side and picked up a white photo album, handing it to Hannah. Sol stepped up beside her as she started flipping frantically through the album, filled with photo after photo of the two of them very clearly getting married.
    “The video footage,” Sol ordered in a voice so harsh it made both Hannah and the man flinch.
    “Of course, come this way.” They followed him through to a small room at the back of the chapel and he fiddled with a screen and player until a view of the chapel appeared on the screen. Sol sank down into a nearby chair, Hannah taking the one next to him.
    They watched in silence at the images on the screen; the two of them walking down the aisle, standing side by side in front of the man, the exchange of the vows, a passionate kiss. The recording was clear, their vows to each other undeniable, and the strangest thing was that neither of them seemed particularly drunk. Sol rubbed the back of his neck . How in the hell had this happened? How could they seem so rational, so sober? Unless…
    Sol stood and stepped closer to the screen. His eyes were almost glowing in the light of the camera and his body practically vibrated with energy…just as it would when he was close to his change. Understanding hit Sol like a fist. At some point last night his shifter side had come forward; not enough to make him fully turn, but enough to take charge, and it had clearly decided that Hannah should be his mate.
    His attention shifted to the image of Hannah. Her expression was rapt, her pupils dilated, and she leaned into him as if she were taking strength from him. Sol’s brow drew down. With his shifter side so close to the surface his body might have produced strong enough pheromones to affect Hannah’s behavior. To make her throw off her inhibitions and the rational part of herself to agree to marry him.
    Some of his friends who were mated to human females had boasted about their mates responding to their scent and losing control, but Sol had figured that was just guy talk. Now he wasn’t so sure.
    As his mind worked, trying to make sense of the situation, the man paused the DVD on a shot of the two of them staring into the camera, arms wrapped round each other, expressions blissful. An undeniable feeling of warmth filled Sol. Hannah and he had willingly exchanged vows and he’d marked her. For good or bad they were mated. Sol turned to face Hannah, who sat staring ahead, her eyes unfocused, shaking her head, mumbling beneath her breath, “I don’t believe this. Can’t be married. Can’t be.”
    Sol stepped forward and took her hand. She looked up at him, looking so lost, so fragile. “It’s hard to believe, but it’s true, Hannah. We are married.”
    At his words, she jumped up, pulling away from his grasp, and began pacing back and forth, shaking her head. “No I can’t be married, can’t be, can’t be married.” Her words were rushed, incoherent and Sol watched her, a growing sense of worry filling him. “This is a huge mistake.” She stopped. “We need to get this annulled.” She turned to face the man. “You do annulments, don’t you?”
    He nodded. “Yes, of course, breaks my heart, but I can do that. There’s some paperwork you both have to sign but it won’t take long.”
    “Good, please go and get it.”
    “Of course, if you’re sure. I’ll just be a few minutes.” The man started to turn but Sol’s firm voice made him stop.
    “No.”
    “What?” Hannah spun toward Sol, her lips parted in shock.
    Sol held her gaze, his voice firm. “I’m sorry, Hannah, but I can’t agree to an annulment.”
    “Are