Her words sounded exactly like something a medieval king would say to calm the jealous squabbles among his queens.
Travis and Wade exchanged a nervous glance, each terrified of falling out of her favor.
Travis recovered first, scrambling to please her. “You’re absolutely right, Citrine. I promise, from now on, I’ll get along with Wade. No more fighting.”
Wade shot Travis a murderous glare. That bastard had stolen his line, leaving him with nothing to say. What a schemer. Now Citrine would probably think Travis was the mature one and like him more.
Wade sulked for a while, then hurriedly added, “Yeah, I’ll behave too. I swear I’ll get along with Travis, and I won’t make things difficult for you.”
The tension that had been about to explode instantly fizzled out.
“Good boys,” Citrine said with a faint smile, picking up her cup and sipping her tea with unhurried grace.
The Saunders family could only stare, dumbfounded.
After breakfast, Citrine received a call. It was Jeff, the owner of Mirage Cay, inviting her to meet.
She had a pretty good idea what he wanted to talk about and agreed.
An hour later, Citrine arrived at the restaurant as promised. Jeff was already there, waiting at the table.
When she entered, Jeff stood up, uncharacteristically respectful.
Citrine understood why he was acting so out of character. She said nothing, simply took the seat across from him.
Jeff looked at her, guilt weighing so heavily on him he couldn’t meet her eyes. For a long moment, he was silent, until finally his hoarse voice broke the stillness.
“I’m sorry. I’ve done terrible things.”
Citrine just watched him, silent.
Jeff knew exactly how unforgivable his actions had been. Back on Mirage Cay, he’d put her through hell, and she’d been just a child—twelve or thirteen at most. The same age as his own sister.
He knew she hated him, and he wasn’t expecting forgiveness. But he had to apologize. And there was something else he had to ask.
“Why did you save my sister?”
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