Mourn, Adam thought, once his heart was broken anew and Ronan was gone forever.

"Find employment," he answered, not once looking up. "As a valet or a footman. Ideally, as a tutor, though I'm not certain that anyone would hire me for it."

He wasn't the least bit excited about either option. Resigned, at best.

All this time, he'd existed on the hope of Ronan. The faith that one day Ronan would come home, that things would be like they were before. That he would matter to Ronan, as more than just a pastime.