"W-Wait," Martin stuttered. "I didn't mean it like that. She's a pretty girl but no one would be so foolish to get involved with that woman."
"I'm married to her," Xavier shared.
Martin saw his life flash before his eyes. Not surprisingly, all of his life was just him here alone dealing with the dead. He has no wife or children at his side.
"Well, she's more suited for a dashing man than an old bird like me. She would be crazy not to be with you," Martin said, hoping his praises might save his life.
Why did he choose tonight to be the night he didn't follow his rule to watch his mouth around purebloods?
The man before him looked familiar but Martin couldn't place his finger on who it was.
"Please spare me. I'll take care of your wife's grave if you need me to- Wait," Martin choked up. If this man held him any tighter his head might pop. "I don't heal like you do."
