Or the way both had stormed off to separate exits.
But he only continued to howl and insist that I was not his son.Utterly bewildered as to what the heck was going through his mind—why does he even think he has a son?—I moved close to his ear and spoke as quietly as I could to avoid making any more noise than we had already. I know I’m not your son! I hissed. I never said that I was. I’m your nephew.
At this, he stopped shrieking. Slowly, his hands moved away from his head and lowered at his sides. Then even more slowly, his head raised from behind his knees and his blue eyes, glinting with pain, met mine.My… nephew? he breathed.Yes, I replied, nodding vigorously. I was just relieved that he had stopped causing such a ruckus. Derek Novak is my father. Sofia Claremont-Novak, my mother.
His lips mouthed my parents’ names, although no sound came from his mouth. Then his eyes widened, a gleam of urgency in them. His voice rose to a whisper. And where is my sister?In The Shade, I replied, caring for her newborn. Where the rest of our family is. At least, those still living.
His mouth formed a hard line, and then he fell into silence.
The fact that Lucas didn’t think to ask about his father, Gregor—who had still been alive at the time my grandfather had killed Lucas—said a lot about his feelings toward him.Because you, Miss Bridgerton…
And so it went, the rest of the way home.The next morning. Hyacinth is still in an excellent mood. Unfortunately, her mother commented upon this so many times at breakfast that Hyacinth was finally forced to flee and barricade herself in her bedchamber.
Violet Bridgerton is an exceptionally canny woman, after all, and if anyone is going to guess that Hyacinth is falling in love, it would be her.Probably before Hyacinth, even.