Chuckling, I lifted a hand. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it was the drinking. Or the excessive sighing. Possibly even the sad, hopeless expression on your face when you announced that your father decided it was time for you to take your vows.”
Olivander let loose another exceedingly long sigh as he turned his attention to his hands that rested idly on his pack. Then he lifted his face and met my gaze across the room. “It’s just that she’s too young for this.”
“For this?” I repeated softly, not understanding. “For marriage, you mean? Or do you think she’s just too young for you?”
“For all of it,” he burst out savagely. “She’s just a child, for God’s sake. How dare he force her to marry before she’s ready. To become a wife and suffer through—Christ!” Gripping his head, he pulled at his long l
