“So my husband is my responsibility? As if he isn’t a full grown man capable of thinking for himself. You smug clod. YOU wont, WE’RE outta here. Marcus, lets go!” Cyndwella shouts again.
“It was good seeing you Ne’zon. Listen, if you ever get tired of living in a hotel, my offer still stands. Lunalight has plenty of space. You can get a nice house and job all your own. It’d be your own place, and I promise I wouldn’t intrude, unless you asked me to. As for Jorge, I have no contracts to hunt him down. I just gave you a lead.” Marcus rubs Ne’zon’s head and walks toward the portal Cyndwella made.
“If you ever need muscle, you know where to find me.”