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"I’ve got you," he whispered in h the crowd When sorowled "Get the hell out of ued with him I don’t know if that was because he was the prince or because he had laid a guy out

Becca and Duvall were there, shoving reporters and spectators away fro at the curb Becca had disabled a large man and he was on his knees in front of her One of the members from the detail opened the car door

"Call the palace" Alex slid into the seat, cradlingto need a doctor"

"There’s a first-aid kit" Duvall was in the front passenger seat and began rulove box

The car pulled away froh the streets I kept ainst Alex’s shirt, unable to stop the tears When he pressed gauze against the cut on , I hissed between my teeth and tried to jerk away He o

"I’m sorry I’m so sorry" I hiccupped and tried to calm down

"What happened?"

"Patricia called" A sob broke free and I had to take a second before I could finish "Dad’s dying I just panicked and ran out I was going to go to the airport"

"Sa, Alex I left hiain How could I live with myself? "I left him"

Chapter Thirty-Two

Cancer Doesn’t Care Who You’re Related To

--New York Reports

Every light in the palace was on and there was a crew of people waiting for us e pulled up Alex refused to let anyone take ht to his roo everyone that wasn’t required to get the hell out

A petite older wo orders "Saht up" She patted