¬ Hiln
"There." His voice was barely a whisper. "It's gone. I... I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I don't understand why I..."
He trailed off, his gaze darting between me and the archway behind me. His composure had shattered entirely. This was not the elegant prince who had bowed to me moments ago.
This was a young man who had just done something terrifying and incomprehensible, and who had no explanation for his own actions.
"I need to go," he said abruptly. "I am—I apologize. Truly. I am so sorry."
And then he fled.
The garden fell silent.
I stood there, mouth open.
What had just happened?
"Hiln." Becca's voice was trembling. "We need to leave. Now."
Edna turned to me. "We should go see Lord Fashire this instant. Did he truly remove it?"
"What was that?" I eyed them, clutching my hand to my chest. "What did he do to me?"
