Knox’s POV
The carriages were ready and I couldn’t wait to go.
My father and King Olwen spoke with one another while I went over to Aira, trying very hard to pretend Aspen wasn’t standing right next to her, and kissed the back of her hand.
“Until next time,” I said to her.
Aira flinched at my touch, and I hid a grimace. Then that damn annoying smile of hers was back. The one that didn’t quite meet her eyes.
“It was good to see you,” she lied. “We’ll have to do this again soon.”
“Doubtless we will,” I replied. I could be maddeningly polite, too.
Our fathers shook hands, and then Father climbed into one carriage and Aaron, River, and I climbed into another.
“I think it might be best if you just reject her,” River said as soon as the carriages were underway.
“I think that would be a
