“I think I should marry the two of you,” I whisper. They both blink at me in surprise. “You know that’s not possible,” Crane says, though the hope in his voice is unmistakable. “Maybe not legally,” I say. “Maybe not in the eyes of God. But in our hearts, in our souls, it’s more than possible. And it counts for more.” Crane’s optimistic grey gaze fixes on From. “Well? What do you say, pretty boy? Will you marry me?” “I’ll have to think about it,” Brom says, his face serious. Then that dimple appears and he laughs.
