The heavy rain had delayed all departures, and Briony's flight was no exception.

She'd booked a first-class ticket, so she waited out the storm in the airport's VIP lounge.

To pass the time, Briony picked up a magazine from a nearby table and began flipping through it absently.

Suddenly, the polished toes of a pair of black dress shoes stopped right in front of her.

Puzzled, Briony looked up-and found herself staring into Stewart's dark, inscrutable eyes.

Her lips pressed together, and her brow furrowed, almost instinctively.

A faint, knowing smile played at the corner of Stewart's mouth. "Heading to Silveridge too?" he asked.

Briony felt a vague but unmistakable sense of foreboding settle in her chest.

"Judging by your face, I got it right," Stewart said, his voice low and even. "I'm on my way to Silveridge as well."

Briony said nothing.

He glanced at the empty seat beside her and, without the slightest hesitation, sat down.

"Are you going for the Antiquarian Society's documentary shoot?" he asked.

"That's none of your business," Briony replied coolly, barely giving him a glance before returning to her magazine.

After what had happened last time at City Hall the way Stewart had played her for a fool-she saw no reason to pretend civility anymore.

This man was selfish and manipulative, always looking out for himself, always finding new ways to use her. If that was the case, why should she bother maintaining appearances?

had

displayed her disgust, he seemed

also cover some legal issues about protecting cultural artifacts," he continued,

didn't want to

lingered on her cold profile, his mouth curving just slightly. "You

that I don't want to talk to you," she said, finally lifting her head and taking a steadying breath. Her eyes, icy and bright, locked onto his. "If you want to discuss when we're signing the divorce papers,

save that for after we get

time he dodged the issue; she wasn't about to

'despicable' is practically a compliment," Briony said, her tone flat. Stewart

to act like a normal person. Rolling her eyes, she turned away and focused on her

popped up from James: The rain's really coming down out there.

typed back a

James's name flashed on her screen. She answered and walked

idea when you'll take

yet. They said there's lightning, so if

But the rain's letting up a little

and I'll come pick

"Okay."

call your professor before takeoff-he'll need to know when to come

know, Mr. Delaney." Briony couldn't help but laugh. "You worry too much. You'll give yourself

in your belly, I wouldn't even be making this

lips pressed

naturally delicate, with a steady, comforting cadence. It was

about this, Stewart's eyes

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