wedding bell blues

Loren’s nostrils flared. ”No. In fact she told me you were both doing this out of spite, and I told her that I thought that was a fucking awful reason to agree to marry someone, no matter how badly someone might want it.” Stabbing a finger into the wood of the bar, he leaned forward. "She is grieving for her dead nephews. What's your excuse for shitty judgment?" His voice came out coldly, despite the heated words. ”Oh don’t give me that bullshit. Don’t talk as if you had no choice here.” He pointed an accusatory finger at Sunjata, the same one the summoner had stabbed into the bar earlier. ”It takes two people to agree to get married, and frankly I don’t think either of you are in your right minds or in the place to be making a decision like this.” LOREN Not quite an open book