Another hit landed, a perfect slap to the side of his shiny head. The sound rang so sharp someone in a nearby cave actually glanced up, wondering which bell stone had fallen. Veer's father chased him once more around a pillar, breathing hard, rage and embarrassment mixed on his face.
"You made me stand there and ASK her," he snarled, jabbing the air with the shoe between swings. "In front of elders! In front of my son! 'Marry my boy,' you said. 'She'll say no,' you said!"
WHACK.
Robert hunched his shoulders, hands clamped over his skull. "My lord, she 'was' supposed to say no! Who smiles like that and says yes to being cornered? She's a demon! A beautiful, terrifying demon—"
Veer's father finally slowed, chest heaving. He planted the shoe on top of Robert's head and leaned on it like it was a walking stick.
Veer's father was still fuming, pacing holes into the floor.
