“You and Peter are married,” he said, nodding at her ring set.

“Yes. Ten months ago,” Peter said, blatantly unrepentant.

“We would’ve told you,” Tracine said. “But you weren’t acknowledging us. Are you very hurt?”

Arrin shook his head. Brokenhearted and betrayed would be more accurate. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly while silently commanding himself to hold it together. “Congratulations. I wish you many happy years together.” He was surprised he’d managed to say it without the slightest tremble in his voice, but before he negated his victory by breaking down, he made a hasty retreat to the van, followed by his three guard companions.

He remained silent during the drive home, and as soon as they arrived, re...

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