A faint, cold smirk touched his bewitching features.
Kian Sterling didn't mince words. "We can move it up, but the earliest would be in half a month. If you're thinking of getting your marriage license on this trip back to Metropia, that's impossible."
The light in Silas Norwood's amber eyes dimmed, his expression unreadable—neither pleased nor disappointed. "Kian Sterling, I'm not here to bargain with you."
"We're both men. I know our baser instincts all too well," Kian Sterling scoffed. "People don't cherish what they get too easily. You need to suffer a little. Compared to two months, half a month is the absolute limit of my concession."
A ghost of a smile played on his lips. "I'm not making you go through all the traditional betrothal ceremonies, which could drag things out for a year or more. The fact that I'm letting you stick to the original wedding timeline is already a courtesy I'm extending because you're Silas Norwood."
