“Just because we’re mated doesn’t mean you get to skip a proposal.” Gwendalina shot him a sharp look and I smirked. Give him hell, little darling. “So you’d better ask really, really nicely the next time you bring this up. And I am making no promises that I’ll say yes.” “Or that I’ll agree to it,” Gabriel tossed back over his shoulder, and I barked a laugh. “Good boy,” I said. “He’s so protective of his sisters.” Merissa smiled serenely, though apparently me being protective made me ridiculous.
