Atticus strolled out of his new wedding chamber, internally snickering at the idea of his new wife cursing him in her sleep. Since she already had less than positive feelings about him, he might as well relish in the moment. There was no way she could escape; she was exhausted and Jonah had put his best guards along the perimeter of the castle.
Speaking of Jonah…
"Jonah, report," Atticus demanded the moment he strode through Jonah's office. Jonah leapt to his feet from his desk.
"You're done? So quickly? It's barely half an hour since I last saw you!" Jonah exclaimed. "Did the assassins injure your manhood? Stay put, I'll get the physician!"
"Yell louder, I'm sure the whole castle would love to hear about my imagined impotence," Atticus said dryly. "Nothing happened."
"Then why did you take half an hour?" Jonah asked curiously. "Don't tell me you were just staring at her the whole time."
Atticus was silent.
