So much so that she was willing to destroy anything that threatened to taint the world she’d created for him.
So much so that she’d turned a stranger into the most powerful man in the country so Greyson wouldn’t be an orphan, too.
Just like everything I did was for Benjy, everything she did was for Greyson, and now I finally understood.
“I’m sorry for bringing it up,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “And I’m sorry Lila put you in that impossible position. You should never have had to go through that.” I faltered, and a moment passed before I could force the rest out. “Thank you—thank you for telling me. I know you’ll never like me, but I hope— eventually you’ll trust me. I want what’s best for the country, too.”
The seconds ticked by. I half expected her to hurl more insults and justifications at me, but to my surprise, her expression softened. “Very well. I accept your apology.
Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
I said nothing as she left, and once the door closed behind her, my entire body felt like it was folding in on itself. I curled up in the chair, staring at Celia and willing her to wake up. She would know what to do about this whole mess. Knox was gone, and who knew how long it would be before he came back? I didn’t know how to handle any of this alone with Augusta breathing down my neck, whether or not there was uneasy peace between us for the time being. Chances were, it wouldn’t last the night.
Twenty minutes later, I heard a timid knock, and I straightened. “Come in.”
Benjy entered, pale and disheveled. I started to rise, but he stopped cold, staring at the bed. “Is that—”
“Celia. She’ll live.” I settled back in my chair. I ached to feel his arms around me, but it was too risky. “Does Knox know you’re down here?”
He sat across from me, careful to keep his distance.
“He’s the one who told me where you were, but then the guards came and asked me all these questions about the prime minister.”
“Like what?” I said, lowering my voice.
“They asked me where I was this evening, what I was doing, what Knox was doing—” He rubbed his face and focused on Celia. “You’re sure she’s going to be okay?”
I nodded, and even though a doctor or nurse could walk in at any time, I took his hand. “I think so. Someone tried to kill them,” I said, and shame washed over me. I wasn’t used to lying to Benjy, but I couldn’t tell him, not if they suspected him. The more he knew, the more danger he would be in. Besides, it wasn’t really a lie, was it? Just an omission.
I bit my lip. That was exactly how a Hart would justify it. They had taken away my face and name, but I’d thought there was no way they could take away who I really was. Then I’d kissed Knox, and now this. Seemed they were winning after all.
“Are you okay?” he said, squeezing my hand.
“I’m fine. Whatever it is that got to them—” I stopped and watched the rise and fall of Celia’s chest. If Daxton pulled through… “Benjy, you can’t be around me, okay?
I love you, but if someone sees us together like this, we’ll both pay the price.”
He scowled. “Someone needs to watch your back. I’m not going to sit here and let them hurt you.”
“They’re not hurting me. They wouldn’t, not after all the effort they put into making me look like Lila. But Augusta is watching me like a hawk, and if she sees us together, she’ll make sure we both regret it. Please, Benjy,”
I begged. “For me.”
At last he nodded. He didn’t look happy about it, but he didn’t have to be. He only had to agree. “All right.
Just—don’t die, okay? I couldn’t take losing you again.”
“I won’t. You’re not allowed to die, either.” Remembering what Celia had said the morning I’d gone hunting with Daxton, I added, “Keep your head down and do what they tell you, and everything will be okay.”
Benjy stood and kissed me on the cheek. “You, too.
I’m here if you need me.”
He tucked a folded piece of paper into my hand and left. I waited until he shut the door before I opened his note, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I smiled.
He’d drawn two stick figures standing on a beach, with waves and a sand castle nearby. Their little fingers were interlocked, and between them was a sideways figure eight—the symbol for eternity.
“Love you, too,” I whispered. I refolded the note and tucked it safely in my pocket. As long as we were both alive, I had to believe that everything would be okay.
Celia awoke shortly after midnight, just long enough for me to tell her Daxton was still alive. She was furious, but as each day passed and he remained in a coma,
I breathed a little easier as it seemed less and less likely that he would regain consciousness.
Greyson spent hours every day at the impostor’s bedside, and when Celia demanded I leave her alone, I stayed with him. Augusta was so busy running the country in Daxton’s place that I was all but forgotten in the aftermath. That was exactly how I wanted it.
“You’re lucky,” said Greyson two days into his bedside vigil. We barely spoke, and even when we did, I was usually the one doing the talking, chatting about anything other than the V-shaped ridges I knew lay on the back of that man’s neck. Getting Greyson to speak to me was about as effective as moving the walls with my bare hands, though, so when he did, I looked at him, surprised.
“How?” I said.
“You don’t have to rule if you don’t want to,” he said.
“My father—I know he isn’t the god he wants the world to think he is. I know he’s not perfect, and I’ve seen the things he’s done just like everyone else in this family. But he’s still my father.” He hesitated, and I had to bite my tongue to stay silent. “If I tell you something, will you promise to never tell anyone?”
“I can keep a secret.” If only he knew just how well.
Greyson ducked his head. “I don’t want to be the prime minister,” he said so quietly that I had to strain to hear him. “It was always supposed to be my brother, not me.
He’s the one who trained for it, and as horrible as it sounds, the worst part about this is now there’s no one standing between me and that title. It’ll be me next, and Grandmother would rather choke on acid than let Celia have it instead of me.”