"Can you not act like I just told you the world was ending?"
Cruxius sighed, dragging his hand down from her face.
He knew all too well that dealing with this woman was a hassle—especially now, when he needed time, and that time had just been restrained by the sudden arrival of a variable.
"You kidnapped me from a hotel, dumped me in a car, and now you're springing a marriage proposal?
You are the end of the world!"
Thalia, still struggling beneath his palm, yanked his hand away with unexpected force.
'...Wasn't she the one?'
Ytrisia looked toward Thalia, observing her closely, just as she had been since they picked her up.
Something about this woman felt familiar—not in an obvious way, but instinctively.
She was almost certain she had seen her before… in the main palace in Spain.
That doubt narrowed her eyes, suspicion forming in her gaze.
And yet, the way this whole conversation veered toward a marriage proposal confused her even more.
