Author's point of view

Lysander had faced assassins without blinking, stared down monsters without flinching, and negotiated with men who would gladly kill for less.

Yet, somehow, nothing had prepared him for this.

As the main page showed up, Lysander looked at Zerina with astonishment. This was what she wanted to play? What the fuck was there to be excited about?

He felt the need to facepalm himself. But then again, what was he expecting from this little wife? He ...