I returned to my hotel room exhausted, my mind racing with thoughts of Isabelle and Michael Ashworth's declining health. The weight of responsibility pressed down on my shoulders like a physical force.
Eamon Greene was waiting for me in the lobby, his keen eyes sizing me up as I walked in.
"So, it's true then?" he asked without preamble. "You're engaged to Isabelle Ashworth?"
I nodded, too tired to deny it. "Word travels fast."
"When it involves the Ashworth princess, it does." Eamon's expression was unreadable. "You're either the bravest or craziest man I've ever met, Liam Knight."
"I get that a lot lately," I replied, heading toward the elevator.
Eamon fell into step beside me. "Michael Ashworth's condition is worsening. The entire city is talking about it."
My chest tightened. "I know."
"And yet you're here, not at his bedside."
"It's complicated," I said, pressing the elevator button with more force than necessary.
"Always is with the Ashworths."
