“Suns, please tell me you’re proposing,” Santino rang in. “I want to be able to tell my future grandchildren I was there when it happened.” Ezren couldn’t help but laugh. Apparently, Santino was a proper belroy fanboy. She’d have to remember to introduce him to Micah, the de facto head of the Belethean Royale fan club, after they got out of this. “Foster, I love you with every cell of my being.” She swerved hard. “But now is not the time.” He seemed to relax, something in his expression shifting. “But what if we die here?”
