Tempting the Wrong Prince
My phone vibrated again in my pocket, another update, another message, another reminder that even the silence wasn’t truly silent.
Mikel stepped forward. “Your Highness.”
I nodded. “Anything?”
He hesitated. His eyes flicked toward the house.
That was my first clue.
I followed his gaze, and through the glass doors, I saw movement. Lights were on inside. Not the normal dim, warm lights I left for the staff when I was out. These were brighter, like someone had been living in my lounge instead of merely passing through it.
Mikel cleared his throat. “Prince Richard is here. And Prince Sebastien.”