Vinn's confusion was so palpable that she couldn't control her jaw dropping to the floor. So lost and confused at the sudden change in direction with her conversation with Hope, she gaped at him.
"Ma...marry you?" she repeated the words that sounded even more ridiculous rolling off her tongue. Maybe it was the trauma of all they witnessed that evening, but surely there was something wrong somewhere?
Did the boy hit his head while riding his dragon?
But Hope kept smiling at her sheepishly, his cheeks now the color of bright tomatoes under the reflection of the burning fires strewn around them and courtesy of the destruction they had all just partaked in.
It was his grandmother that came to Vinn's rescue, the old woman smacking his grandson on the legs with her staff.
Hope let out an ouch while the woman glared at him as if to convey that he brought her endless trouble. Turning to Vinn, her expression turned somber.
