Ruin a Precious Thing

A million words revolved Lev's mind, but he just ended up laughing. He then stroked the missy's head. "It will be my pleasure to marry you, Keagan… but Wren isn't dead yet. Should you really be asking someone else at this point?"

"Asking?" Keagan murmured again before exploding into a mess with a reddened face and widened eyes. "Wait! No! That wasn't—!"

"It's okay. Deep breaths. Try again." Lev chuckled as the missy sobbed and squirmed against him. He even felt how Keagan berated herself with little headshakes. However, he had to stop her after she lightly banged her forehead against his chest twice. "All right. What is it that bothers you, Keagan?"