~Grace~
"However," Lucian begins again. The Lycan triplets groan in unison.
"Ma chérie would like nothing better than to see my dear elder brothers married off." He pauses, pondering his own words. "Except, perhaps, to see me married off. And to stop fucking around."
He looks at them dryly. "She's ready to fix someone up for you tonight, so you'd better watch out. Or, better still, make it official with Grace. Or leave her for me."
This time, I can't help but giggle.
"But then again, she's considerably more ancient," Lucian continues.
"Do you have a point?" Sucre growls.
"None whatsoever," Lucian admits. "But then again, I rarely do."
Sucre turns to me, his expression flat. "He speaks the truth."
"So then," Lucian says, giving me a grand flourish of his arm, "will you take pity on my poor, long-suffering aunty and chase my dear brothers up the aisle? They can be assholes, I know, but they are quite lovely. I guess."
