"Surely you do not expect me to believe that?" I commented. "You've been glaring daggers at your father across the room ever since your argument." I saw Leamoira and my mother, their heads inclined towards each other, murmuring behind their hands, their eyes on us. Eltarin had moved to stand behind their chairs. I raised my eyebrows at him, and he returned the look.
"I am not allowed to discuss it," Akyran cleared his throat. He slowed the steps of the dance, positioning us in the centre of the room, out of the circle of the other dancers. "You have the right to refuse, Ecaeris."
"The right to..." I started and leaned back to look up at him. He watched my face, a muscle working in the corner of his jaw as he clenched his back teeth, a habit I had grown to know well. He was angry.
"Akyran… What is going on?" I was baffled. "Are you invoking the law of three?" The law of three was used in many ways, but most often, between Fae, to invoke the rite of marriage.