"Married." She repeated the word.
As soon as he heard the way she said 'married' he wished he hadn't told her. She got a very strange look on her face.
"No," She said shaking her head, when Charles had first brought her to London to rejoin his family of vampires, before she had even realized that he was a younger version of the vampire that she knew, she had woken up starving to find herself face to face with Mary wearing a blood-stained lace veil. Charles had been laying in bed bothering Ciaran with questions about a wedding that he had interrupted with Mary, "No."
Stung by the horrified look on her face, his lip curled in a sneer. "It's not like I went on bended knee and asked, now is it?"
She sucked in a breath. "It's not going to happen?"
"No," he was curt, he felt his heartb
