Gwynn leaned back on the seat. Her eyes were filled with subtle tears.

“Your words are sweet, but none of it matters anymore! Aren’t we all familiar with how ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf’ ends?”

Holding the car door latch, she said, “Let me go! I promised Lorian I’d buy him a cake. He’s waiting for me as we speak and he’s not going to sleep unless I get home.”

He gulped in response.

It was clear what Gwynn was implying here. If he didn’t let her go this instant, then he would be a poor husband