The Heir (The Selection #4) - Kiera Cass Page 0,49

was sitting in a chair under a parasol, and I wasn’t sure if it was charming or unsettling that several of the Selected were buzzing around her.

It was a delightful party. People were playing games, there was lots of food, and a string quartet was performing under a canopy. The cameras zoomed around capturing it all, and I hoped this would be enough to calm the people. I had no idea whether Dad was closer to having a plan for how to soothe the country permanently.

In the meantime, I had to find a way to eliminate at least one person after today, and have a good enough reason to make it seem believable.

Kile sneaked up on me. “Here you go.” He held my tiara in his hands.

“I can’t believe she gave it up.”

“It took some convincing, but I reminded her that if she made a scene at this event, Mom probably wouldn’t let her come to another one. That was enough to get her to take it off. So here.”

“I can’t take it,” I said, keeping my hands together.

“But you just asked for it,” he complained.

“I don’t want it on her, but I also can’t carry it around. I have things to do.”

He shifted his weight, clearly vexed. It was kind of nice to be on this side of the irritating.

“So, what, I have to hold on to it for the rest of the day?”

“Not the whole day. Just until we go inside, and then I can take it.”

Kile shook his head. “You’re really unbelievable.”

“Hush. Go enjoy the party. But first, wait, we have to take off this tie.”

He looked down as I started tugging. “What’s wrong with my tie?”

“Everything,” I said. “Everything in the universe is wrong with this tie. I bet we could find world peace if we burned it.”

I got it unknotted and wrapped it up in my hand.

“That’s so much better.” I placed the wadded fabric in his palm, grabbed the tiara from his other hand, and placed it on his head. “That really works with your hair.”

He smirked, his eyes staring into mine with amusement. “So, since you don’t want your tiara now, maybe I could give it back to you tonight. I could come by your room, if you like.” Kile bit his lip, and all I could think about was how soft they were.

I swallowed, understanding the unspoken question. “That would be fine,” I answered, fighting a blush. “Maybe around nine?”

“Nine.” Kile nodded and backed away.

So he was just being discreet on the Report! I furrowed my brow in thought. Or maybe he was simply planning to pass his time kissing me. Or maybe he’d been deeply in love with me since he was seven and was only now finding the courage to stop teasing me and say so. Or maybe—

Ean walked up and laced his arm through mine.

“Oh!” I gasped.

“You look upset. Whatever that little boy said to upset you, don’t give it another thought.”

“Sir Ean,” I greeted, impressed with how calm he was around me. “How can I help you?”

“By taking a walk with me, of course. I still haven’t gotten a chance to speak with you just the two of us.”

Ean’s caramel-colored hair looked almost golden in the sun, and while he didn’t have the same cutting-edge style Hale did, he looked smarter in his suit than most of the others. Some men simply didn’t look good in them.

“Well, you have me alone now. What would you like to talk about?”

He smirked. “Mostly, I’m curious about you. I’ve always thought of you as very independent, so I was surprised that you would start looking for a husband so young. Based on seeing you on the Report and all the specials on your family, I thought you’d take your time.”

He knew. He was so calm in his assessment, I was sure he knew this was all for show.

“It’s true; I’d planned to wait. But my parents are so blissfully in love, I thought this might be worth trying.”

Ean examined me. “Do you feel like any one of these candidates truly has what it takes to be your partner?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Do you think so little of yourself?”

He stopped walking, and we faced each other. “No, but I think very highly of you. And I can’t see you deigning to settle before you’ve really lived.”

It seemed impossible that a stranger could see so much, especially considering the lengths I took to guard my thoughts and feelings. How closely had Ean been