Morgan's POV

I stood in the corridor outside the main hall, letting the noise of the gathering wash over me. The tension from the last hour still hummed in my blood. The fight in the garden. The confrontation with Garrett. And that moment by the fountain with Lola.

My arm throbbed where the doctor had stitched it. A dull ache that grounded me. But my mind was focused on the conversation I'd just finished with Flint.

He was letting her go.

I'm releasing her from the engagement. I hadn't expected ...