“There’ll be time for all the sweet whispers later,” Jasper said, and when Casteel pulled back, there was a fire in his eyes. “You do look quite lovely, Penellaphe.” “Thank you,” I said. “What about me?” Casteel asked, and behind him, Naill sighed. “You look passable.” “That was rude,” he replied. “Would you like to go sit in the shade and nurse your wounded feelings? Like you did when you were young and inevitably injured yourself doing something incredibly stupid?” Casteel’s brows lowered as he looked over at Jasper. “This marriage ceremony is starting off in a really weird way.”
