"I would be loathe to speak ill of one of my employers, sir," Adam murmured in response to the suggestion of talking shit about Declan, hoping that Ronan would get the hint that while he was free to say whatever he liked about his brother, Adam had none of the same liberties.

He trailed after him, carrying Ronan's bags and trying to ignore the weight and his own fatigue. When Ronan kissed the horse, Adam had to look away. He wanted so badly that it hurt.

What happened? You left. You left me.

"I don't know what to tell you, sir," Adam said, glad that they were alone but dropping none of his obsequiousness. "Your brother continues in good health and is pursuing the heart of a wealthy young lady. Your friend the young Lord Gansey prospers in both popularity and wealth, and is much sought after as an eligible bachelor. He informs me that Miss Blue was arrested again last week and is in high spirits about the matter, and planning to partake in another suffragette demonstration in the upcoming week."