Chapter 151
Jack
I would have loved to postpone this for as long as possible.
But the whole royal family will be there. And so will the nobility.
In the palace for the king's birthday, that means those bastards will also be there.
I worry about Ciel.
Nolan is currently hugging him—arms wrapped tight, face pressed into his hair, like he's trying to absorb him into his own body where it's safe. Ciel's fingers clutch the back of Nolan's shirt, knuckles pale.
I watch them for a moment. Something in my chest aches and swells at the same time.
Then I look away. Straighten my cuffs. Place my hand in my pocket so I don't reach for them both and cancel the entire event.
"Your Highness, it's time."
Peter's voice is quiet, but it cuts through the moment like a blade.
I exhale.
"Sunshine, let's go."
Ciel pulls reluctantly from Nolan's arms. His eyes are bright, nervous, but his jaw is set. He's trying.
