#Chapter 92: A Quiet Voice

Arthur & Iris Arthur I scan the crowded ballroom, searching for Iris. I shouldn’t have left her alone for so long, especially at her first public event as my mate. The call took longer than expected—a minor diplomatic crisis with Bo’Arrocan that couldn’t wait—and now I can’t find her anywhere. I spot Beta Ezra by the far wall and make my way to him. “Have you seen Iris?” He shakes his head. “Not for the past twenty minutes. She was talking to Countess Blackthorn earlier, but I lost track of her after that.” Countess Blackthorn. Shit. That woman has one of the sharpest tongues in Ordan high society, and she’s one of Selina’s closest friends. I should never have left Iris alone. The Countess probably ripped her a new one. “Arthur.” Just as I’m about to send Iris a text, I turn to find Caleb standing behind me, a champagne flute dangling from his fingers. “Caleb,” I nod curtly. The last time we spoke was at Selina’s hospital bedside, and it wasn