Einin snorted a laugh at that and rubbed her face. "Oh dear gods, are you serious?" she said, and been about to discount the idea completely, because what, but...
Actually, it wasn't such a bad idea. After all, she had been thinking the same thing about Jarrett--except the problem was that it wasn't safe to keep him around. He was too obvious, he damaged everything in his path, and he apparently had a creepy mistress that wasn't happy with her. Plus, the corpse issue. She really couldn't reconcile the corpse issue.
Sitting up abruptly and turning toward Ryk, her expression turned serious. "No, seriously, are you serious? Because actually...yeah. Sure. I think my parents would be over the moon if Ryk Handelaar, ludicrously wealthy merchant, asked for my hand. They're not overly fond of Jarrett, but they were pretty happy when I danced with you. And you've actually made a legit name for yourself." Unlike Jarrett. She was worried about what would happen if her parents decided to dig.
She rubbed her chin, brow furrowed. "That could actually work. I mean, what the hell, right? Then we just call it all off whenever."
Sure, the guy was her arch nemesis and all, but it wasn't like she had men lining up to pretend to be her fiance.