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“Not exactly.”

Oh God. How do I put this? Come on, Fliss. Just say it.

“I want you to stop them from having sex,” I say in a rush.

There’s absolute silence down the line. I’ve confounded even Nico.

“Fliss, repeat to me your request again,” he says at last. “I fear I have not understood.”

I fear he has.

“I want you to stop them from having sex,” I repeat, enunciating as clearly as I can. “No sex. No wedding night. At least, not till I get out there. Do whatever you can. Put them in separate rooms. Distract them. Kidnap one of them. Whatever it takes.”

“But they are on their honeymoon.” He sounds utterly flummoxed. “I know. And that’s why.”

“You are trying to disrupt your own sister’s wedding night?” His voice rises in shock. “You are trying to come between a man and his new wife? Who have been joined before God?”

I should have explained this better.

“Nico, she’s rushed into this marriage. And it wasn’t before God! It’s a big, stupid mistake. I need to talk to her. I’m flying out as soo