Chapter 115
Nolan
Ciel hasn't moved an inch from the TV since the press announcement aired.
He's sitting too straight, too still, eyes locked on the screen as if he's afraid Jack will disappear if he blinks.
The press conference ended almost half an hour ago, but Ciel keeps replaying it, analyzing every frame, every breath Jack takes.
Honestly?
I'm still trying to wrap my head around the prince part.
Jack. A whole prince.
The bright side of all this, is that color has returned to Ciel.
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Ciel
I can finally breathe.
I watch the press conference again — and again — pausing every few seconds to check Jack's face for any hidden signs of pain or injury.
I know Nolan thinks I'm overreacting, but I've imagined every horrible outcome since we separated.
Now I know he's safe.
Unhurt.
Relief hits me so hard my hands shake.
"Dada!" Lanny chirps at the screen, little finger tapping Jack's face.
