Sophie Wexler stood in the house completely dazed, her brain unable to even process what was happening.
The room was just as she'd left it. Nothing had changed.
No, that wasn't right. It wasn't that *nothing* had changed.
Sophie Wexler stared at the extra quilt and pillow on the large bed, her eyes filled with confusion.
She watched the man in front of her place his things around the room, one by one. The closet, which had previously held only her clothes, was now being filled with a man's attire—and the pile was growing.
Then, she watched as Cillian Forrest took off his shirt right in front of her.
"Ah!" Sophie Wexler's short-circuited brain instantly rebooted. "Cillian Forrest! What are you doing?!"
Her eyes snapped shut, and she covered her face completely with both hands.
"I'm telling you, forcing a Healer-class is against the law!"
"We agreed to just be a married couple by contract!"
"Don't do anything rash!"
"I... I... I already came back with you! You! You! You..."
