He was flustered. Shocked. A little embarrassed. And yet—strangely overwhelmed. His heart was pounding like a war drum, thudding so hard it felt ready to burst.
Why? He didn’t know.
No—he did. Now he did.
‘I’m in love with that woman.’
It was a theory he’d dismissed over and over. But now, he couldn’t deny it.
How could I, when everything finally makes sense?
That kiss beneath the city gates. Chasing after her fluttering pink dress under the influence of a drug. His anger when she came back from the Angelique party. The jealousy whenever Tez Roark was involved.
All of it.
A soft laugh escaped, giving way to a genuine grin he couldn’t hold back.
He took one step, then another—slow at first. But soon he was sprinting, faster and faster, until Harriet’s retreating figure…
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