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I nod, knowing he’s right, and take a deep breath. Closing my eyes I push the worry and everything else deep down until I feel my shoulders droop and my face relax.

“Good.” He kisses the top of my head. “Come. We don’t have a lot of time.”

He pulls the door to the car idling at the curb open, and I slip in. We aren’t five minutes into the drive when I feelemotion clawing its way back up to the surface. A quick glance at William’s blank face reminds me that this isn’t the time.

He glances at me, and it all dies back down.

This is the game I signed up for, and I signed up for it well before York and William came along. I’ve got this.

And if I don’t?

Well, that’s what screaming into pillows is for.

Later.

In private.

I look out the window as the city whirs by, careful to keep my face blank even as my mind screams his name in its recesses, and my heartrate begins to soar despite every effort to calm it.

York . . . where are you?