Chloe felt the heat of her own frustration and forced herself to steady her breath. Yet, no matter how she tried to compose herself, she couldn’t help but feel flustered. It was as if all her initial resentment toward the Viscount, stirred by those wretched rumors, had been laid bare.
Damien checked his watch. “Is there anything else you require of me, Your Highness?”
Chloe was less startled by how quickly time had slipped away than by his undisguised eagerness to see her gone.
“I will see you out.”
A dismissal. He was truly bidding her farewell. She hesitated, watching as he rose from his chair with the aid of his cane.
“Lord Thisse.”
“Yes, Your Highness?”
The words left her before she could stop them. “The way you organized the documents was commendable. They were easy to navigate.”
A faint smile crossed Damien’s lips. “I’m pleased to hear it.”
