Lucas arched a brow. "I was the one who said to get married. He complied."
There was a silence. A deep, primal one. The kind that precedes revolutions and nervous breakdowns.
Benjamin looked at Trevor. Then at Lucas. Then back at Trevor, who simply nodded like that was a normal, non-earth-shattering event.
"You—you proposed?" Benjamin said, voice cracking like glassware under tension. "You fainted into his arms and then proposed?"
Lucas tilted his head. "I proposed weeks later. We were supposed to engage publicly. Either we married, or I was getting shipped to Saha."
Benjamin narrowed his eyes. "You weren't promised to Dax."
"No," Lucas said mildly. "But I was definitely being…considered."
There was a pause.
A very long, very dangerous pause.
Benjamin inhaled like he was preparing for a lawsuit. "Does Dax know you took him off the table?"
"I guess he will," Lucas said, reaching for the ring tray again, "once you leave."
