Luka snorted. Lyana stopped herself from wrinkling her nose at him. The delivery was a bit dramatic perhaps, but it worked. Her father relaxed. “I pray the gods give you a mate with some backbone, daughter. May the skies help him if he doesn’t have the wits to tell you no.” “Aw, that’s not true.” Lyana smiled at him as she stepped back, laughter bubbling in her throat. “You hope I find a mate just like you, so I can wrap him around my little finger.”
