“Why not?”
“Because her family bought me!”
I rear back as though he slapped me. “Boughtyou?”
He rubs his palm over his chest and groans. “I’m not supposed to say that. They didn’t literallybuy me. But she has a huge dowry. Her family is the wealthiest in the warren and won the bidding war. My father is beside himself with happiness. We aren’t that well off, so…” He shrugs.
“Is that the common practice? Marrying the highest bidder?”
“No. Just for me. Lucky me. Because ‘I’m so special.’” He intonates the last words as though he’s quoting someone, as though he’s heard them a thousand times and is about to scream if someone says them to him again.