But still he stood there like an idiot, the tiara still in his open hand, and it was only when Mirabella reached him from behind and tugged the tiara out of his hold—
“Is this mine?”
He watched her actually put on the tiara like this was all that mattered to her, and...God.
He couldn’t even find it in his heart to hate her.
How could he when he had fucked up just as bad—
Please, God.
Arkane looked at Lucius, who had risen from his seat in the front row. Because with all the women in their family in tears, even Icelle—
His eldest brother was his only hope, and Lucius was already nodding.
I’ll handle Mirabella.
Go.
And then he was running.
Chapter Seven
WELL, I CAN’T SAY Ididn’t see that coming.
But it’s all good.
I’ve got You, and life will go on.
Right?
I’m laughing and crying as I get into one of those hackneys for hire that are all over Foxtown. The driver waiting at the rank doesn’t ask questions when he sees my face. He just lowers the step for me, and waits.
“H-Holborn, please.”
He nods once and clicks his tongue at the horses, and we pull away from the curb at the slow Foxtown trot that the park enforces, and I close my eyes against the seat back.