bit down on my lip to suppress my smile. “Probably so.” He slammed his pencil down, his voice rising. “And she’s Descended and I’m mortal. You know the rules. No marriage, no children.” He looked at me, and my wicked grin gave my thoughts away. He balled up a scrap of paper and bounced it off my forehead. “Fine, fine,” I relented, struggling to wipe the amusement from my face as I turned my attention back to the ceiling.
