About this book
Felix Aldric has been looked at his entire life. The prettiest of the four brothers, the tabloids' favorite, the one the room never has to worry about — affectionate, quick, genuinely funny, and better at hiding than anyone has ever bothered to notice. He nearly lost himself this past year in a world with no floor, and came out the other side more careful with the parts of himself that matter. He is fine. He is charming. He is, for the first time in his life, watching someone leave.
Anaïs Selvari has spent the better part of a decade loving a man who never once looked at her the way she needed. A doctor now, unusually young for her post, she has built a life in Vienna — hers, chosen, earned — an ocean of distance from the rooms where she grew up beside the Aldrics and learned exactly how it feels to be seen past. She has done her grieving. She has stopped waiting. And then Felix, years too late and in entirely the wrong order, finally turns and looks.
There is no wall to break down between them, and that is the trouble — the ease was always there, and he spent his whole life mistaking it for nothing.
Now he's catching up to something that was always in front of him, while she, having already built her life elsewhere, decides whether to let him in. Not because she doesn't feel it. Because she has felt it for years, and learned not to trust it.
There is a lot in his way. A permanent post in Vienna. A father's illness reaching its end. A family growing around a loss. And, for the first time, something of his own worth caring about — a purpose he chose instead of inherited, in the last place anyone would have looked for it.
Everyone else was handed a role. Felix has to decide, for the first time, what he actually wants — and whether he's willing to become the man who can keep it.
Late is not the same as too late.
A royal romance. Book 4 in the Sorvaine Series.
COMING SOON.