as much as he was a control freak, he learned not to sweat the little things. he’d allowed himself to pull himself away from the nitty gritty, allow the rest of the club to handle the futile things. emilio could handle those with the big mouths, and the rest he’d leave up to fikkir and marie-madeleine, without hardly a second thought. but with edward greene, there was always a second thought. it wasn’t as easy as getting rid of him, as silencing him along with the rest of the whistleblowers. edward greene could topple the whole damn system if they weren’t careful, which meant henri had to get involved. which meant that for the past three days, he’d been a mess and a half, wracking his brain for the best way to deal with the son of a powerful french influence. how would he deal with himself, had he been in different shoes? how would he deal with his father?
that was the very thought going through his head as he pulled a book on french aristocracy off the library book shelf, only to meet a gaze he hadn’t been expecting through the gap in the books. both surprised and startled, he felt his heart beat quicken as he quickly straightened up, now standing too tall to see through the gap, though he quickly bent down once again to check if she was still there. “are you searching for something specific, by chance?” @laurxlbern
