"Sebastian, are we really getting married next month or?" Syryn let the 'or' dangle with an unspoken threat behind it.
The mage that was being threatened responded by closing his eyes in abject misery. What a headache it was to deal with his upcoming nuptials. Sebastian considered faking a marriage but discarded the plan when he felt Rowan's unfiltered stare shaving off years out of his remaining life span.
"I have a plan. The emperor won't like it but it is what it is."
"What?" Syryn scoffed, "you gonna run away again?"
Sebastian looked offended at Syryn's suggestion that he would run away. "Fer your information, it's called makin' a strategic departure."
"Luci, this is the kind of man you don't want to become," Syryn advised the redhead who was attentively listening. "He's the sort that would deny parentage even if the baby came out with a note bearing the father's name on it."
