Because of that mistake, Medeia couldn't just pull anything out of her Space Pocket without raising questions.
She rolled her eyes. "And what about you? Didn't you leave yours too?"
"How could I think about a backpack when I was too busy worrying about your grandparents threatening to kill me?" he huffed. "And don't forget, my future wife didn't even defend me properly in front of her relatives."
Medeia chuckled and leaned back against the pew, acting like she had no part in what happened.
After a brief pause, Lucian turned to her again. His voice softened. "But … are you happy?"
Medeia frowned a little, confused by the question. "Happy? What are you talking about? We're stuck in this freezing church thanks to a damn snowstorm."
So, the chance of Medeia feeling happy in a situation like this had probably dropped to zero.
