Chapter 92
Nolan
We've reconciled.
That thought alone makes everything feel… different.
Ciel's hand is warm in mine, and sure , we've held hands a thousand times before but today it feels new. More real. Like something inside me has shifted from fragile hope to something I can finally touch.
I glance at the sliding door and hesitate. How exactly do we let Jack know we're ready to be released from his little balcony hostage situation? I push at the door experimentally—
It slides open with a quiet shhhk.
"Oh… it's open?" I say dumbly.
Ciel snorts softly. "When did he open this?"
I shrug. Probably the moment he realized we wouldn't claw each other's eyes out.
We head downstairs hand in hand, and the moment we round the corner to the dining room, the sight waiting for us is peak domestic chaos:
Jack, the ever-handsome devil, is sitting at the table, spoon in hand, facing off against a very stubborn and very food-smeared Lanny.
