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“I finished your commission,” he told me, pulling me into another wide sweep. He was slurring his s’s into mush, voice thick. “Would I call it a masterpiece? Possibly, but I think I have greater works in me still.”
I moved a hand to sign and he grabbed it, crushing my fingers with drunken strength.
“Let’s not ruin this with your hand-wavey gibberish, if you please, I’m finally having some fun.” Miro laughed in my ear as he clutched me close, unheeding of the hands I braced against his chest, his voice lowered to a conspiratorial volume. “Have you ever gotten all you wanted and more? Oh, yes—you did, didn’t you, when you married Bane the savior. Must’ve been nice, right, to have it all dropped in your lap on a silver platter?”
I stared up at him, appalled.
“But hey, I got paid in gold, and gold is what it’s all about.” He gave me a wink as he tipped me backwards. “So thank you, Lady Silence. If not for you, for your stu
I hated that damn nickname, and his disdain when he spoke of Bane, and I decided right then and there that even if it ruined Wyn’s efforts to have a joyful celebration, I was going to punch him in the face.
I drew back my arm, folding my fingers, eyes focused on the cut-glass line of his jaw. Hell, maybe I’d break it and give him something new to whine about.
But Miro jerked me upright, stumbling a little, and an enormous, gentle hand folded itself around my fist.
Relief crashed over me in a titanic wave. I drowned in it. Luxuriated in it. I’d never been so happy to see my husband’s misshapen, beautiful face.
“I’m here to rescue you,” Bane said, and truer words were never spoken.