Marlowe
"Okay, something is definitely going on with King," I told Nova, cornering her during a rare quiet moment at her own reception, still riding the high of her wedding day but apparently willing to indulge my growing curiosity anyway. "He's been doing this thing all day. Watching me, then catching himself, then pretending he wasn't."
"Marlowe. It's my wedding day. Can we possibly discuss your boyfriend's mysterious behavior at some point that isn't literally the reception following my own vows?"
"You're right. I'm sorry. Terrible timing." I paused, unable to fully let it go despite my genuine intention to focus on her. "It's just — he's got this expression. Like he's holding something back. I know that expression. I've seen it before he told me about Delphine's locket, before he ad
