Merlin, did she have to fix everything? His flaccid look said it all: he could do nothing here, and it was now Maeve’s job to save them both from this hell. Fine.
If it took a woman, so be it.
“You’re too daft to be in the law if you believe I’d ever consent to marry this,” she gestured emphatically at the hobbled wizard beside her, her disdain for both men clear in her tone. “If we’d been under the Imperius curse, there would be none of this debating—this is no different. We were not in the least in our right minds, and should not remain married!”
“If we did it for you, we’d have to do it for every drunkard who’d wandered down the aisle,” the lawyer deadpanned in return, seemingly nonplussed by her less than flattering opinion of him.
Maeve reached for her wand, intent on turning the bastard into a goat.
If it took a woman, so be it.
“You’re too daft to be in the law if you believe I’d ever consent to marry this,” she gestured emphatically at the hobbled wizard beside her, her disdain for both men clear in her tone. “If we’d been under the Imperius curse, there would be none of this debating—this is no different. We were not in the least in our right minds, and should not remain married!”
“If we did it for you, we’d have to do it for every drunkard who’d wandered down the aisle,” the lawyer deadpanned in return, seemingly nonplussed by her less than flattering opinion of him.
Maeve reached for her wand, intent on turning the bastard into a goat.
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