“Well, that’s that.” He nodded, as if this was a business transaction and nothing more. He made to pull away, but I held tight to his hand, narrowing my eyes. I was not just one more thing on his list. “Do you not wish to call for the doctor?” I suggested innocently. “The doctor?” He furrowed his brow. “My head is fine.” “Is it?” I allowed a small smile to find my lips. “I recall you saying that if you ever proposed to me, it would be due to a fit of madness.” He let out a short laugh, and suddenly the room felt brighter, more airy.
