"Your room?" She scrunched her face and scoffed. "Don't you mean our room?" She raised a perfect brow, the corner of her lip twitching. She felt a little dangerous, and the scowl on Markris's face made it all worthwhile.

"Our room? Is this some joke?" He looked around as if, at any moment, a camera crew would appear and yellow 'cut.'

"Now, why would I joke about something this serious?" She pouted, resting a finger on her chin. "Didn't you hear we're married? Isn't a wife supposed to stay in her husband's room?"

"Wife, Husband? What are you yapping about?" He threw his hands in the air. "Okay, let's even...