Chapter 18
LUCAS
"Terrified of what?" Lionel asked, finally abandoning his game entirely to join our conversation.
"Of me," Seraphina said simply. "Of what I represent to Kieran, to their perfectly arranged political marriage. If she was confident in her position, she wouldn't need to resort to tabloid theatrics."
I wanted to argue with her, to point out that Miranda's confidence might be entirely justified. After all, Seraphina had walked away from Kieran once before, had spent five years building a life without him. But something in my sister's expression stopped me from voicing those doubts.
Instead, I found myself thinking about the phone call I'd just made, about Kieran's voice when I'd told him Seraphina was awake. There had been something there—relief, longing, hope—that sugges
