"Put me down, Markris. We'll not escape without being noticed if you're carrying me."

He moved his lips to argue but saw reason in her point. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as he put her down.

"Okay, we need a plan before we burst out of this room," He snapped his fingers, his feet tapping against the floor.

"Got it!" He slapped his palm against his thigh.

"Take off the veil." He ordered, and she quickly did what he said. The sight, from her face down to her stomach, momentarily took his breath away. She looked even prettier, and he couldn't help the barrel of emotions that threatened to...