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He hadn’t expected to feel this awkward, if anything, he had thought the anger would only grow the closer he got to the moment of meeting his betrotheds. And it had – up until about ten minutes ago.
But now they were in his house he just felt weird. Funnily enough, since he knew immortals dabbled in this as well, he’d always seen marriage as a human concept he had no use for. And history did not offer promising results when it came to marriages stopping wars – for a few years, maybe decades if they were lucky, but what did such measly amounts of time matter to those who lived for epochs?
Rowan had thought he could get this over with quickly – more of a formality than a commitment – but the enormity of what he had yoked himself to was beginning to take shape now that he’d put faces to the names in that marriage packet and suddenly everything it meant felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on his head. Good thing he’d invited them in and introduced himself before this whole process blew up in his brain.
“I think this calls for a drink,” he declared, hoping they’d concur, but determined to go ahead with it anyway. “There’s champagne chilling in the fridge,” a cynical smile followed his words. “And spiked blood, if you’d rather,” his glance settled on Luna for a moment.
He had stoutly resisted the urge to use his contacts to get files on both of them (even a bastard like him knew stalking was not the start of something beautiful) but he still learned enough about them beforehand to not horribly put his foot in his mouth within seconds of their introduction.