"Fine," he spat, his tanned face twisted with displeasure. "But you stay with me—you don't budge an inch from my side." "Or what?" I laughed quietly. "You'll lose your wife to the fog? I'm sure you'd be devastated." "I married you to end the fucking war," he snarled, teeth bared and sending a flash of primal fear through me. "Getting you killed would only launch it twice as violently."
