He began to stand, and saw Lyon stiffen, poised to do whatever he needed to do. He, like Lyon, could throw himself on a pyre, too. Because fire cleansed. She’d won, and he’d lost.

It had stopped mattering. Her happiness was indistinguishable from his own. No matter what became of him, he wanted her to know he loved her.

“You’d best get out of here, Redmond. Your secret is safe with me.”

Lyon’s eyes flared in wary surprise. He froze. And his smile, when it came, was slow, and crooked, and he looked very like Lavay when Lavay was being insufferably knowing.

“Ah. You do love her more than life. Splendid. And that, my dear Lord Flint, is what I came here today to discover.”

Whatever he felt was between him and Violet. “Go before I change my mind, Redmond.

Autore: Julie Anne Long