Sevro and Victra come out, both wearing smiles. “What are you two grinning about?” I ask. “Just this.” Sevro thrusts out a House Jupiter Institute ring. It’s loose on his finger. I squint at it, not understanding right away. His own ring is missing and then I see it awkwardly jammed onto Victra’s pinky. “She proposed,” he says with delight. “What?” I sputter. Mustang’s eyebrows shoot up. “Proposed…as in…” “Yeah, boyo!” Sevro beams. “We’re gettin’ hitched.”
