Well, we'll have no more of such foolishness," I say harshly, to cover the wavering in my voice. "We're getting married, and that's that.

Walking away from my desert companions feels like cutting off a limb. How does one say good-bye to an arm? One doesn't, I suppose. One pretends it isn't happening.

His gaze drops to my lips. "I shouldn't do this--""You really should." And I close the distance between us.

Yes!" Belen raises his fist in a victory gesture. "We shall save the world from Invierne with slings!