Chapter 13
May 19
The early morning sun was already starting to rise when Emmett escorted Andrewe back to the apartment. Andrewe looked tired and drawn, yet still, somehow perfect. Emmett paused before opening the door to Andrewe’s quarters. “Thank you for your kind toast, your Highness. It was…nice. Unexpected, but nice.”
Andrewe took a breath and fought against heavy eyelids. “Who was that man?”
Emmett feigned confusion, lowering his eyes to work the latch. “Which man, your Highness?”
“Emmett,” Andrewe’s voice was weak and low. “I am tired. And I am worn. Consider me bested by your attempt to get even.”
Emmett closed his eyes and shook his head. “Your Highness…” Andrewe pushed past and opened the door without waiting for Emmett. “Just a family friend, I swear it to be the truth.” A
