Delphinia felt her world spin as the man's words rang in her ears. "What the hell are you saying?" she repeated, her voice cracking. She took a step back, putting more distance between them. "Whose wife? I'm not your wife!"
Evander's lips curled into an amused smile, his blue-gray eyes sparkling with mirth. He looked like he was enjoying this far more than he should. "Yes, wife," he said smoothly, leaning slightly against the edge of the bed. His tone was casual, as if they were discussing the weather rather than the supposed fact of their marriage. "You didn't forget already, did you?"
Her jaw dropped, and she gaped at him like a fish out of water. She shook her head—not to deny his claim but because her brain refused to process his words. Pressing her palms to her temples, she let out a shaky breath. "No, no, no," she muttered under her breath. Her fingers dug into her scalp, as though she could physically force her thoughts into coherence.
