For reasons Bart Arden could not understand, I was more shaken by the brat than I would ever admit. We had barely left the Arden estate when I saw her. Her face was red from the heat, but she was stomping along, no doubt regretting her decision to leave, but probably too proud to go back. Not that I had any right to judge. The stupid kid had been right, after all. I didn't have any stones. I had been meaning to ask for Emily Maine's hand in marriage as a prince, because I knew I could not do it as just Aaron. No doubt the candle she held for my brother was still burning fiercely, even if I did sometimes manage to make the flame flicker.
James was back, too. Did Emily know? Of course, she knew. I never thought my brother would set foot in Terres Somnia again after he and Cassie fled the co
