“This isn’t happening. What was I thinking agreeing to marry you? Oh, that’s right, I didn’t want to die.” I slam my hands on the kitchen counter. “I never threatened death or marriage.” “It felt implied,” I snap. “Hmm, sounds like an anxiety issue on your end.” He fills up his glass with water. “Goddamnit, Soren. You kill people,” I hiss. “That’s definitely a you issue.” “Well, wifey, now it’s a we issue. When’s our family arrive?”
