andle bega

s found here-naked, in the King's suite, after escaping her own engagemen

s down into the deep pile of the rug and threw the rest

or bur

x, the Head of Royal Security, steppe

whiskey in his hand that he must have poured in the split second bef

w rumble, dangerous and calm. "Do you make i

oom. He saw the torn dress on the floor. He saw the lump under the

d from the secur

rimeter alarm... we tho

is drink. "There is no assass

e. "The matter is handled. You will erase the last five minute

le of clothes to

drix. And clo

h the absolute authority of his King. Then, he bowed his head, averted

ked shut. The

r her dress, her hands shaking so hard she could barely hold t

er cameras anyway," Ignatius said. He wasn't looking

ing hand. She found her cashmere scarf on the floor, snatching it up

er," she said, h

path to the balcony. "It matters to me. You break

mbling in her legs. She grabbed a safety pin from a sewing kit on the side tabl

said, meeting his gold e

reached out, his hand hove

the poised, perfect fiancée of Prince Clement. This woman-this wild,

shion magazine lay there. The cover m

lied. "My na

eyebrow. "Gigi. Sou

was your only remedy tonight, Your Majesty

d in his eyes. A

ide. "Before I change my m

errace doors. The cold wind hit her aga

ai

e railing, one l

orgot

g up a pearl earring. It dangled fro

her earlobe.

d out over the wind.

ju

re disappear into the swirling snow. He closed his fist

the name on his tongue. He d

l find