Chapter 114

He came over, his hand outstretched. "Deal."

I jumped to my feet and shook. "You won't regret this. Do you prefer I address you as His Lordship, Imperious One, or Fearless Leader?" I gave a celebratory click of the pen.

He stole it away, tucking it into his suit jacket pocket. "And so the regrets begin. Alright. I'd regret missing the opportunity to take Chariot down even more, though. Just, uh - for both our sakes you should know that, um." He glanced down, wet his lips, and his hand tightened on mine. "I'm betting the House on you," he said quietly.

His shirt was kind of crumpled from all the times I'd attacked him and grabbed it in this visit, and the circles under his eyes indicated that he hadn't quite caught up on sleep after monitoring me post-feather debacle. But his eyes were the ocean against a brilliant sunset, at once both scared and exhilarated, like he too had leapt into an abyss and someone had been there to catch him.