In Paths of Falling Stars
One Year Later
"By the power vested in me, I pronounce you wives," President Sylvester said. "You may kiss the bride."
With a grin that would probably power the island for a month or two, Quinn pulled Rachel close and kissed her.
There was whistling from the front row where Blaine was seated. Judy was crying and clapping.
The sun was bright and the air was sweet as they walked back down the aisle, arm in arm, toward the limousine.
A guard passed a wand over the large man while another held a gun to him. "Clean," he grunted, and both of them let him pass.
At the end of the hall, another guard smirked and held a key card to a sensor. The door opened and he nodded him through.
"I don't usually take visitors at this hour."
"It's three in the afternoon."
"And?"
Finn said nothing, just stared at the small man who was cleaning his gadgets.
"I hear you'd like my help."
"Like it. Need it. I'm willing to pay you anything."
"And how do I know this isn't some sort of setup?"
Finn tossed a paper down. The picture under the headline showed Quinn on one knee, proposing to Rachel. "I can hand her over to you."
"Which one?"
"Both, if you like. But Quinn for sure. She's the Emerald Fury."
Jacob Ben Israel looked up sharply.
"I want to take them down, one by one," Finn said. "I could be a god. If you help, you can have anything you want."
Jacob ran a finger down Rachel's picture and smiled. The sound he made was obscene by even the most liberal of standards. "Deal."