Bailonz Street 13

Ah, that was the problem.

This clever fool is overly principled about such matters. Like any 19th-century man, I suppose, but when Liam really acts like one, I can’t help but feel a bit distanced.

After much self-reproach, Liam said to me, “Jane, let’s go back to Bailonz Street right now.”

“What are you talking about? You’ve just woken up.”

“…I left the ring behind!”

All this fuss over a ring. He was so visibly distressed that I found myself soothingly stroking his back.

“I don’t need a ring.”

“But I had one made for you. I have a ring from Plurititas, but I hate the idea of not having one from me.”

So that was what really bothered him. I discreetly glanced down at the ring on my hand.