“Are you betrothed?” she asked, and leaned back, almost as if she were recoiling at the very words. “What? No,” August said, shaking his head. He couldn’t help laughing softly. “Why would I be betrothed?” She sighed and smiled. “Oh, well, then I promise I don’t mind whatever it is.” August ducked, sure that his blush would show even in the dark. She didn’t want him to be betrothed? She didn’t want him to be betrothed!
