#Chapter 222: Parentage

Iris As the night drags on, I find myself checking my watch more and more frequently. It’s well past midnight now, and the party shows no signs of winding down. The orchestra has returned from their break and is now playing something upbeat that has several couples swaying on the dance floor. “Can we go home yet?” I whisper to Arthur, who is nursing the same glass of whiskey he’s been holding for the past hour. “Miles is probably exhausted, and I’m not feeling so great myself.” Arthur nods, setting his glass down on a nearby table. “I think we’ve done our duty here. Plus, I want to talk more about what my father said to you.” He scans the room with narrowed eyes. “Speaking of which, have you seen him lately?” I shake my head. “Not since our… interesting conversation.” I haven’t caught so much as a glimpse of Leonard since he and Silas had gone their separate ways after our eyes met across the ballroom. Whatever they’d been discussing, they clearly hadn’t wanted