'A wife,' Adrian thought, his brain unable to process that information. 'The monkey-boy who walked around with leaves in his hair has a wife.'
Before Adrian could remember that he had yet to introduce himself, his brain short-circuited again, freezing at the scene that unfolded in his vision.
Liam, the monkey-boy who didn't even know what a human facial expression was, threw a meaningful look at Grace, one that exuded care and a silent message.
In response, Grace straightened herself and wore a teasing smile, lowering her arms to welcome the big hand landing on her waist.
'Hey, hey, what's-' Adrian pondered, wide-eyed, suddenly understanding what was happening. 'Isn't that a taboo?'
Truth was, Adrian wasn't too savvy about the whole cultivation business. The Church of the Man operated differently from every other organization in the Kingdom, and he was just a lowly foundation expert, but he had learned the basics.
