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“No, sir”

He didn’t blaer who delivered that neas bound to end up bearing the brunt of Resistance One’s fury—or his own Ten years’ worth of strategizing to restore the e on the Fjende who’d killed his fa to do with the plan He had five days to persuade her to do her duty; if he didn’t, the country went to shit, the Fjende would win, and his parents would reed

That wasn’t going to happen

“Carry on” He slipped out of the security rooh the door that fro indoor waterfall

The water feature at the end of the greenhouse had been set up so that the liquid was diverted any time the door opened fronome’s red hat from the outside He didn’t knohat kind of paranoid person had designed the château with its hidden passages and secret rooms, but it made it the perfect location for the Resistance’s headquarters, and it had been his first purchase when he’d o

The air was hot and sticky inside the double-paned, bulletproof glass walls, and he slipped off his suit jacket as he crossed the clay-colored Spanish tile floor with its ees in pressure—one of his little additions that added to the hidden appeal of the château E roo, he checked for the discreet surveillance hidden in the ’s black eyes was a camera It was the same with the heat-sensitive ht-activated alar devices throughout the château If he relaxed his guard here in the mountains, it was because it was the one place in the world he could

He paused for a h time to suck in a deep breath and then entered the room

“I ondering where you’d run off to” She flicked on one of the Tiffany table laht created a di every delectable curve “For a large house, there sure aren’t a lot of people around” She paused and arched an eyebrow “Or are there?”

So that’s how they were going to play this, huh? The challenge in her voice did soht back, see how she reacted, and find out if he could get her to lose soin

“You know there are” He shut the door behind hiainst it, another nonverbal reht be royalty, but here in this château he was the one in charge

“How ht, but he wasn’t fooled

“Enough” No one knew all the specifics of security except for him, not even Major Bendtsen, who acted as his second in command Some would call it paranoia He preferred to think of it as the ultimate safety measure

She sauntered over to the bookshelves and let her sliers slide across the books’ spines as she made her way to the hidden door that led to her bedrooht spot, she pulled out a first edition of Huck Finn The shelf swung open on silent hinges, revealing her room

“And the Scooby-Doo haunted house doors?” she asked

He would not look at the king-size bed visible through the opening I or little head needed at the moment “They came with the house, Your Royal—”