Garnar’s face grows progressively redder, so red in fact, that he resembles a cherry tomato.
Miles, meanwhile, boyishly grins. “Surely you know which of these women is your wife?”
Garnar glances from Thea to me and back again. It’s kind of fun, watching him squirm. People tend to get under his skin rather easily, but when he starts yelling, they back off. Miles, as a representative, holds much more power here than Garnar, so Garnar would never risk yelling.
He only punches down.
Yet as fun as this is, I also watch with a sinking feeling of trepidation. Garnar will be there when I go home tonight. He might not yell at Miles, but he will have no such reservations with me. All of my enjoyment will be sucked back tenfold later.
Finally, Garnar nods to me. “Esther is indeed my wife, howeve
