LILY:
“You will be fine,” I say to Vergil, patting down his suit.
We are standing by the door of the central balcony in the palace, with the press waiting outside. He gives me a smile, one I know isn’t true enough to reach his eyes. I know he is tense, and he should be because everyone is waiting to see him fall or something, but I love how he is holding everything together.
Byron walks up to us.
“The press is ready, and it is best we go now.” Vergil nods, taking a deep breath.
He turns to leave, but I grab his hand, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He cups my face, capturing it in a kiss taut with tension.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he murmurs, and I nod.
Byron opens the door, and he lets go of me, walking out to the balcony. My chest is cramped with tension, and I can barely think straight
