“Piper. I, Marcus Arivaden, vow to protect you despite how little you’re able to pay.” I choked on the sob that emerged in my throat as I laughed. “Really, it’s obscenely little. But that’s all right,” he said, squeezing my hands. “Because I promise to love you no matter how destitute we become, especially if we have any children, who I imagine will rob us of any money we might have saved up for our old age.”
