“He does love her!” Killian sprang up from his crouch in the corner, clawing spit-dampened hair away from his mouth. “He was an idiot and said no to the bride program. But then he met her and he loves her now. And she loves us, too! At least, she loves me,” he said stubbornly. “She told me that I could have her shit in a bottle.” “Ship in a bottle, Killian,” I groaned.
