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Tristan led me back to the house where we found the front doors opened and Chloe standing in the doorway. The light from the foyer cast her front in shadow, but her stiff stance told me she was worried.
“Lord Tristan!” she shouted as we rounded the corner. She hurried over to us and looked from him to me. “Are you both all right?”
Tristan nodded. “Yes. Christine merely needed some time to think.”
Chloe looked to me and smiled. “Thank goodness. I thought you would leave us.”
“You’re too nice,” a teasing voice spoke up, and Gwill appeared in the doorway. He didn’t cross the threshold, but he floated above it as his white eyes studied me. “And she was most definitely going to leave us if she could.”
Chloe’s face fell as she studied mine. “I see. . .though I can’t blame you.
