“Says who?” Gwendalina balked. “She clearly doesn’t want to be married,” I said. “Says me,” Lance snapped and I rounded on him. “Watch your tone, boy,” I snarled. “I will wed you the moment this war is over,” Lance said, and I had a mind to clip him around the ear. “He’s possessive. Now who does that remind me of?” Merissa sung and Azriel nodded, looking at me. “Oh you will, will you?” Gwendalina narrowed her eyes at Lance. “We’re already mated, why would we get married too?”
