#Chapter 43 Just rip it, Arthur!

Arthur stared at her for a moment, clenching his hands and holding himself still. He didn’t want to push too far, but Daphne looked up at him calm and wanting. There was something in her eyes that told him she understood what he was asking, but he had to be sure. “A-Are you sure?” Daphne pulled him forward to brush her lips across his, “Yes.” Arthur pulled her close, holding her against him, “Hold on to me.” Daphne wrapped her arms around his neck, “What are you—” She yelped as Arthur jumped from the balcony, reaching for the open balcony on the next floor. “Arthur! We could have just walked back through the party.” Lucas and Arthur snorted as he pulled them onto the second-floor balcony and deposited Daphne on the other side of the railing first. “They would have just tried to hold us up and…” He ducked his head as her face turned red. “Have you changed your mind?” Daphne took his hand and started walking into the castle with a determined stride. The sound of the