“No,” he growled. “Yes,” I retorted, and Gabriel got up, stepping between us. “This really isn’t the time for marital bickering,” he warned. “It’s not marital if we’re not married,” I pointed out. “We will be married,” Orion said in a growl. “Says who?” I balked. “Says me,” he snapped. “I will wed you the moment this war is over.” “Oh you will, will you?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “We’re already mated, why would we get married too?” “Again,” Gabriel cut in. “Really not the time. We need to go.”
