We made it to the library's main floor before Julian appeared, materializing from the shadows near the circulation desk with his usual theatrical timing. He was wearing his burgundy blazer and carrying what looked like several books on European political history.
"Well, well," he said, his hazel eyes bright with mischief. "What has you two looking so dramatically tense? Did someone die? Get engaged? Discover buried treasure?"
"Nick and Veronica just kissed," Alexander said, his voice tight with controlled emotion.
"Ah. Their first genuinely authentic kiss without cameras or strategic positioning?" Julian's smile was sharp and knowing. "About time. I've been watching them dance around real feelings for months now."
"You knew?" I asked.
"Darling, I'm a prince who specializes in reading
