Page 110 of Christmas Magic

Lucian became aware of many peoples’ gazes upon them. Good. With others witnessing the discussion, Santa couldn’t insist it hadn’t happened.

“What do you want from me?” Santa demanded.

“For you to be chivalrous. You will apologize—”

“I will not!”

Behind him, Lucian heard women talking in hushed tones. He recognized Cora and Roberta’s voices. They must have followed him from the other float. How he appreciated his Fair Maiden’s devotion. He’d show her, with his actions tonight, how much she meant to him.

He glowered at Santa.

The older man pushed his shoulders back. “I have nothing more to say to Cora.”

“Milord—”

“At the party, she refused to listen to me. I tried to explain and….” Old Saint Nick flicked his hand in dismissal. “I’m done with her. And you.”

So be it.

As Santa marched past,Lucian reached for his sword. With a hiss, the gleaming blade left the scabbard. “I’m not finished with you, milord.”