Chapter Twenty Choices
Marcus Ashmoor departed Ravenswood House just before sunset.
No one spoke as the Ashmoor delegation crossed the courtyard.
Not Marcus.
Not Luna Helena.
Not even Vivienne.
For perhaps the first time in her life, Vivienne walked several paces behind her father instead of beside him.
The sting on her cheek had long since faded.
The humiliation had not.
Marcus never looked back.
Not once.
The receiving hall remained silent long after the doors closed.
Rowan exhaled slowly.
"Well."
"That could have gone worse."
Dominic Blackwood laughed.
"I don't think I've ever seen Marcus speechless."
Theo's expression remained unreadable.
"He wasn't speechless."
"He was grieving."
Rowan looked at him.
"For what?"
Theo's silver eyes drifted toward the closed doors.
