"You've caused so much trouble, and you don't even care!
Do you know how many rumors are flying around about why you disappeared?
Some people think you're dead, some think you were kidnapped, and a few are even saying you ran off with a lover."
"Romantic," Noah said dryly.
"At least they're being creative."
Eliza jabbed a finger in his direction.
"You think this is a joke, but people are actually worried.
Well, not worried about you, specifically—more like the consequences if anything happens to you."
Noah stood up, towering over them just enough to make his presence felt.
His voice took on a sharper edge.
"And what, exactly, does any of that matter to you two?
You're not the ones who have to deal with the Ashbourne name or the mess my family politics bring.
You're just along for the ride."
Clara glared at him.
"We didn't ask to be dragged into your stupid schemes!"
