“It’s complicated, Leo. Basilisks have all sorts of rules—” “Who gives a fuck about their rules? You can’t just marry some other basilisk.” “I can if he wins the fight.” The look on Leo’s face was one of pure horror. And Tem couldn’t blame him. When she spelled out this situation like this, it sounded absolutely unhinged. But that was the basilisks for you. Nothing they did was even remotely normal.
