“Do you need some water?” Amarantia said, touched by the sight of her adversary in tears.
April shook her head. “Did your mother warn you not to fall in love?” she asked the sisters. “Did she say it would ruin you? Because it’s common knowledge that she ran off to Paris with some Frenchman she was mad for, but he had some sort of accident, and that was that was that. She can be cautious now if that’s what she wants, but as far as I can tell, love is like a train that will keep going at full speed whether you like it or not, so you may as well enjoy the ride. If you try to avoid it, you’ll just make everything worse. What’s meant to happen will.” She looked at Wyre Eumenides more closely. “Congratulations. I can see it’s already happened. I hope he’s worthy. Who is he?”
“Levi Willard,” Wy
