My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 128

“If your feelings run deep, Xavier, stepping aside would not be impossible,” Soren said, calculation spinning behind his composed smile.

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Everything hinged on what Xavier could place on the table. If the stakes were high enough, Soren’s mild curiosity toward Fiona could be withdrawn; her future could be sheltered by Xavier’s devotion.

“Lord Soren, you are young. You believe power outweighs love. Wait until you watch the woman you adore walk away; the pain may be unbearable,” Xavier warned, brow furrowing.

“There are few people for whom I would ever endure such agony. Do you truly think Ms. Fiona is among them?” Soren answered, lips twisting with faint scorn.

His regard for her lingered only because, in another life, she had been his wife–a residue of old affection, nothing more.

Xavier offered no rebuttal. They sat opposite each other–Soren poised like a general directing unseen armies, unmoved, while Xavier pressed his lips together and held the rest of his feelings in silence.

No one could say how many breaths slipped by inside that charged, expectant hush.

Xavier fixed his calm yet unwavering eyes on Soren, the lamplight sharpening the planes of his face. “Then stop hovering around her–half warm, half cold. If you ever wound her, the day will come when regret devours you whole.”

Whatever else the two men discussed that day was swallowed by the walls. From that hour forward, Fiona did not see Soren again.

Luna, however, occasionally paid Fiona short, cordial visits. She never breathed so much as a syllable about Soren, though she did offer a few definite suggestions on the garments she had been sewing for Xavier and Henry,

By rights, Soren should have unearthed a clue by now, yet the estate remained quiet. The silence needled Fiona with a growing, restless anxiety.

Late one afternoon, Henry turned up to pass the time with Fiona. As they played cards, Luna arrived carrying a lacquered tray piled with pale–gold pastries. “These are a Jexburgh specialty -quite different from Yondale flavors, sir. Please, try one.”

Faced with so radiant a beauty speaking so gently, Henry’s cheeks reddened. He took a piece, nibbled at it, and nearly melted on the spot.

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Fiona shook her head. Poor boy. A sheltered young lord like him never stood a chance against Luna’s seasoned grace–each blink, each smile, an invitation no man could refuse.

Catching Fiona’s eye, Henry straightened at once, forced a sober look onto his face, and studiously avoided glancing at Luna again.

Luna set the tray down. “Lord Soren leaves for Jexburgh soon. I’m not sure our paths will cross again before then, so I came today to bid you farewell, Ms. Fiona.”

Fiona’s brow pinched. “When did he decide that?”

“Several days ago,” Luna answered softly. “His Majesty never meant for him to linger here. Once the Princess Royal’s birthday celebrations conclude, the journey home must begin.” She revealed nothing more.

A chill pricked the back of Fiona’s neck. Has he already secured the Indictment Scroll and now intends to burn the bridge that carried him this far?

After she sent Henry away, Fiona faced Luna. “You know the bargain between Lord Soren and me. Does he truly mean to leave without discussing the details?”

Luna managed a rueful smile. “Please, don’t place me in the middle, Ms. Fiona. His plans lie far beyond my reach.”

Fiona pressed her lips together, frustration coiling tight in her chest.

She slipped across the grounds toward the east court. Ever since Cecilia had shown her the servants‘ kitchen that opened into the garden, Fiona had memorized the shortcut–useful, she had thought then; indispensable now.

Cecilia met her in a shadowed colonnade. “Granny interrogated several men days ago, yet won’t say why. She only told me that if trouble erupts, to seek out Prince Jinks‘ Estate. Those prisoners–they served under Mr. Turner.”

Fiona’s heart dipped. If Samuel Turner were guilty, Princess Helen would have acted at once. Her hesitation meant Turner answered to someone formidable–someone even the indomitable Princess Royal feared.

Samuel was effectively the third power in Yondale. If he dared plot against Princess Helen, whose shadow shielded him?

“A few days ago, Granny met Lord Soren,” Cecilia added. “They parted on sour terms.”

The east court lay oddly unguarded tonight–no sentries at the gate, and Quentin’s imposing figure was nowhere in sight.

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Chapter 128 Bargains Of The Heart

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