Page 111 of Consort's Glory
“If I could take this pain from you, I would,” he confessed. “I would do it in a heartbeat.”
“I know.” Her breathing hitched. “I’m just— I know I need to do this. It’s just going to be hard. My grandmother will lose her mind.” A small pause. “More. She’ll lose her mind more.”
Theodore stroked her back. “I think we can handle that.”
“I know we can.” She pressed a small kiss to his sternum, then another to the dip between his collarbones. “I just wish I knew—”
Margot was interrupted by the insistent buzzing of his phone, still tucked into his pocket. Hissing an expletive, Theodore fished it out, fully intending on sending whatever pressing issue it represented to mute. Only the flash of an urgent alert stopped him.
“What?” Margot peered at the screen, her worry obvious. “What’s wrong?”
Theodore squeezed his eyes shut and tried to get his breathing under control. Through clenched teeth, he answered, “We have visitors.”
