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We all crash together in a pile of bodies, and I get an elbow in my jaw before I can scramble to my feet. Liam stands, brushing off his now-grubby white tuxedo. A moment later, Oz and Sterling and Wilder are at my side too.

Willow stays in a heap on the floor, her dress rumpled and her hair a bedraggled mess. She claps her hands over her face and burst into tears. Oz drops to her side, cradling her against him, holding her tight as he looks up at the rest of the Royals. There’s a tormented panic on his face, but none of us seem to know what to say.

I turn and stick my head out the window again, but as much as I scan the crowd, I can’t see Evie. Below, the crowd cheers, but I don’t bother to acknowledge them before running down the stairs two at a time.

“Owen! Where the fuck are you going?” Sterling calls after me.

I wince as the sudden movements pull at the scrapes and bruises on my stomach, giving Sterling a dismissive wave over my shoulder.

“I just saved your life!”

“Thanks!” I yell without looking back. “Remind me to buy you a beer.”

I burst out into the courtyard, hunting feverishly through the crowds. My height is a true advantage, allowing me to easily pick out anyone I want to… if they were here. When I catch sight of a blue head of hair, I angle toward it, ignoring everyone I pass who’s trying to grab my clothes or shake my hand or lay some bullshit on me about how fucking heroic I am.

Kat stands waiting for me. “Congratulations on cleaning up your mess, Mr. Dalton.” She shrugs as she pushes past me. “Next time, you might want to consider not fucking up so badly in the first place.”

I stare after her, open-mouthed and still panting for breath. Kat’s never been my fan, but I couldn’t care less right now. “Where’s Evie?”

Kat glances at me over her shoulder, giving me a disparaging onceover. “She’s gone, Owen.”

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