“Hello, Fallon.” I glanced quickly at my notes. “You’re Darcy’s husband?” “Yes!” A massive smile split his face, and it was so big and so pure that I almost didn’t even notice the sharp glint of fangs there. “I am eternally grateful to be able to say that I am, indeed, Darcy’s husband!” A groan – Darcy’s, I was fairly certain – emanated from somewhere behind Fallon’s happily grinning face.
