wedding bell blues

Sighing, Loren shook his head. ”No. That’s not all you want.” He gave Sunjata a pointed look. "You don't want to prove her right, or go back on your word, or whatever this is." The summoner's words were low and heated, but there was also a weirdly defeated quality to them. "So don't pretend you have her best interests at heart. If you did, you'd swallow your pride." Looking away, he pinched his nose. "You're right." Still unable to meet the bartender's eyes, the Launceleyn's foot tapped anxiously against the ground. "She doesn't know what she wants." Finally he lifted his gaze to study the other man's features. "But you do. So why do this?" LOREN Not quite an open book