“Oh,” Tamas added as he opened the door to go. “Major Constaire has asked me to marry the two of you. If you feel the same way, it could be done as soon as we have word of your divorce.”
Major Constaire. He had gotten his promotion for leading the second wave against Darjah.
Verundish couldn’t help the smile on her face. “It would be an honor.”
“Good.” A smile flitted across Tamas’ serious face, and then he was gone.
Acknowledgements
Michele McClellan - editor
Sunny Morton - copy editor
Isaac Stewart - cover artist
Martin Hodo - beta reader
David Wohlreich - beta reader
Megan O’Keefe - beta reader
Josh Vogt - beta reader
Mark Lindberg - beta reader
Jesse Koepke - beta reader
Doug Smith - beta reader
Gavin Pugh - book maker