Bab 169: Stalker

"It's not like that, Ryn. Don't worry. Eos knows my heart now," Rowan assured his mage.

"So you will not be compelled to marry Lillith this time, is that what you're saying?" Syryn dared to hope.

"It won't be Lillith but it doesn't mean I won't need a priestess," his words cast a cloud of gloom over Syryn but Rowan had more to say. "Or a priest."

The mage stared at Rowan like he was growing an extra head. "A priest?"

"I want to have your name entered as a candidate for the ceremony," Rowan said to the shocked half-demon.

"Are you insane?" Syryn's heart fluttered to his throat and he felt like he had been hit by a spell that made him nauseous.

"It will be my plea to Eos," Rowan solemnly told him. "You have to come, Ryn."