Richelle E. Goodrich Quote

Stop tormenting Derian.Me? Edgar gaped at her with a clearly fake look of innocence.Yes, you. And what about you? When will you stop tormenting him? Edgar moved past the young queen to approach the unmoving captain. He circled the man as though he were checking out a statue on display I’m not tormenting him; why would you say that? You have the poor guy believing you actually intend to marry him. Edgar stopped to fix the captain’s collar, raising it up high and stiff around his neck. I intend to marry him. Eena followed her immortal watchdog and folded down the captain’s collar, repositioning it as it had been. Oh please, Edgar groaned. You’ve had two opportunities to do so, and on both occasions you turned him down. Edgar elevated the captain’s elbow—adjusting him like a mannequin—leaving it in an awkward position. The council expressed a desire for you to marry, and you nearly hyperventilated over the mere suggestion. And just recently, due to his own paranoia, Derian all but begged you to marry him. Your refusal couldn’t have been more swift or more adamant. Eena returned the captain’s elbow to his side as she retorted, I’m only seventeen, Edgar! I have no desire to marry anyone right now. But when I ready, Derian be my husband. Edgar took hold of the captain’s outreaching arm and shoved it forcefully down. He will not. He will so! Eena raised the arm back to where it had been and warned her rival, Don’t touch him again, Edgarmetheus! Fine, fine, the immortal ceded. Then with a smug grin he added, If this had been Ian, you would never have let me touch him in the first place.