#Chapter347
/"I hear you can get married in black here, wearing a gun and carrying your wench kicking and screaming over your shoulder. I do, is merely a suggestion./" It’s said in the deadpan, emotionless manner he excels at, but I can tell it’s his version of humour. I don’t find him funny at all, looking at me in that straight-faced, cool way of his with those pale greys eating my soul to death. I raise a brow and just stare right back. An unamused look in return as if to say, ‘you even try it and I will maim you’.
/"It’s only legal if she says I do./" I point out drily. Heart thundering out of my rib cage even though I know this is only in jest. Clammy palms and trembling limbs follow abruptly, and that breathless feeling adds to my heat-induced dizziness.
Alexi just smiles and shakes his head at me.
