Chapter Twenty-Three - Worries

He told himself it was only a fallback position. In reality, Xander saw no way back to Ormond unless he waged war. Curse Ephron for not warning him about the old witch. The heir apparent had been so wrong about Eithne, too. If he had one regret, it was that he hadn’t treated her like the lady she clearly had been raised to be. Though not by Clara, obviously.

Even if he had considered cutting his losses and moving on, there was the Princess to think about. He couldn’t just leave her there. This whole gladiator idea meant that people were bound to be exploited.

He sought out Drago, so often the voice of reason, and found him rocking his newborn son to sleep. There had been an initial panic because of his premature arrival but all was well now.

“Have you come up with a plan yet, Commander?”

“I’m still working on it, Will,” he said, through gritted teeth.

“It’s a tricky one. Still, at least we have two men on the inside.”

“They’d better not harm a single hair on her head.”

A smile p