“Perhaps you should think about it, Damien. You’re the one planning on making your ‘wife’ a widow.” She headed back to the bed. “And we might have mated or whatever, but that’s not a real marriage.” “The hell it’s not.” His tone went icy cold. “You consented and it’s done.” “I don’t have a ring and my honeymoon apparently consists of you killing yourself. That’s not a damn marriage!”
