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Enid. I’d have told Enid.

My head sank into my hands. “What are we going to do?”

Cillian put a hand on my shoulder. “I don’t think there’s anything we can do. He made his choice clear. Are you going to be okay?”

“Yes. No.” I sighed. “Fuck. I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong?” Cillian tipped his head. “Other than you finding out our brother wants nothing to do with us and is working for a group actively trying to destroy our city.”

I toyed with a pair of tweezers lying on the tray next to me. “I told Enid I loved her, and she rejected me.”

Cillian shot to his feet. “What?”

I held up my hand. “Don’t threaten to exile her again.”

“I wasn’t going to, okay? The town vote thing was stupid. She won’t be getting exiled. I just . . . I don’t get it.”

“It’s pretty simple, Cillian. She said she loves me, too, but has no interest in a relationship. Sound familiar?” I widened my eyes at him.

Cillian had also never been interested in a relationship, more of a playboy than anything else—until he’d become High Prince of Fairwitch and couldn’t exactly be a playboy anymore. Not openly anyway.

“She’s lying,” Cillian said.

“How could you possibly know that?”

He was silent for a moment. “I don’t remember much of that night. But what I do remember was the thorough tongue lashing I got from Enid. I remember her face so clearly, the way those eyes shot daggers at me.” He cocked his head. “And I also remember the way she looked at you. Like she would burn down this entire city, bog, world for you. You don’t look at someone like that unless you want to be with them.”

I snorted. “What, exactly, do you know about wanting to be with someone?”

“Probably nothing,” Cillian said, a wry smile on his face, already looking a little more like himself after revealing his secret.

“If she wanted to be with me, then why wouldn’t she?” I asked.

“Maybe she was scared,” another voice said from the doorway. Wolfe stood there, brows furrowed. “I know a little something about that. I loved Niamh. I knew I loved her, but I’d convinced myself I wasn’t good enough for her.”

For the first time since yesterday, hope flickered inside me. It was faint, only the tiniest spark, but it was there.

Cillian shrugged. “Listen to Wolfe. He knows what he’s talking about. He was the most stubborn ass possible when it came to finally admitting that maybe he deserved Niamh.”

“Thanks,” Wolfe said.

“That’s not actually a terrible idea.” I straightened. Enid grew up surrounded by people who hated her. The very family that was supposed to love and nurture her made her feel like she wasn’t enough, and I wanted to kill them for that.

Of course she’d think she wasn’t worthy of me when that was so far from the truth.

“Uh-oh.” Cillian’s eyes twinkled. “I think he’s forming a plan.”

Wolfe’s lips twitched. “About time.”

“So what are you going to do?” Cillian asked.

“I don’t know, but I think I’m going to need your help.”

CHAPTER 38

Enid

“She’s so pale,” a female voice said.