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Strange. Dorian hadn’t mentioned leaving, and Finch had looked in a hurry.

The song ended, and Kane released my hand with a bow. Before I could think further on it, someone stepped into my path.

A man—medium-height, black-haired and black-eyed behind a hawk’s mask. He wore a bright smile on his face and a deep scar along the left side of his jaw. Just like the one on Dorian’s mask.

“Queen Eurydice.” He dropped into a low bow. “I’ve been dying to make your acquaintance.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Dorian

I needed air.Different air.

The side door let me off into a narrow hallway. I burst into it and let the door close behind me. Low light, probably a servants’ passage. Right now it sat as empty and quiet as a tomb.

I leaned back against the stone wall and closed my eyes. Eurydice appeared behind my eyelids, resplendent with another man’s fingers on her. I wanted to rip his hands off at the wrists and beat him with them until he cried for his mother.

What was wrong with me? I had spent half a life thinking nothing tasted sweeter than revenge. Now I knew better. Her mouth, between her thighs…

Haskel had been wrong. I wasn’t just pining—I was unraveling.

The door opened,and I jerked upright.

Finch appeared, looking sheepish. He stepped in and let the door shut behind him. He didn’t speak, only wrung his hands.

I sighed. “Haskel sent you to find me, I assume?”

“No, ser. I saw you leave, and…”

I leaned back against the wall, rolled my face his way. “And?”

“You looked to be in pain. I thought it best I come check on you.”

“I see you didn’t bring wine.”

“I can—” He turned to go.

I raised a hand. “Stay. More wine will only loosen my tongue, and that’s all we need tonight.”

He approached, and eventually mirrored me by leaning against the opposite wall.

I gazed over at Finch. Maybe I’d told him to stay because no one else would follow, and I knew the rareness of the thing. Even if he was my squire and not even grown.

He went on fidgeting with his hands; words seemed to press at his twitching lips.

“Just say it, Finch. Whatever it is.”

“I saw the way you were watching Queen Eurydice.”

I closed my eyes. “All right, you’ve said enough.”

“Well, ser, I feel I understand your pain.”

His coltish form slid once more into view. “Is that so?”

“I’ve been in love.”

I couldn’t help my smile. Perhaps I had underestimated this boy. “Youwerein love?”