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remember more, but the one thing that stuck with her was the lingering sense of recognition. In spite of the distorting effects of his mask, there was something familiar about him. Unsettling, but still, familiar.

      She couldn’t place it. Maybe it would come to her.

      “I think the bleeding’s stopped.” Galen sniffed a few times as if to be sure.

      Ruby turned to face him, saddened that his lopsided smile had been erased by the attack. His bushy eyebrows—which bent stubbornly downward and gave him a sad-eyed teddy bear look—were ruffled, swelling upward from a bruise already forming on his forehead.

      Her heart wrenched with concern, but she managed to keep her voice level. “Thank you for saving me.”

      Galen opened his mouth, looked as though he was about to protest, to say that he hadn’t saved her at all, but then he nodded. “I’m just glad I heard you scream.”

      She thought perhaps he might say more, even wished he’d bring up their awkward parting so she could apologize, though she dreaded having such a conversation. Instead he turned to face a bank of monitors, clicked a few keys on a keyboard, and a moment later, one of the screens showed the scene just outside the window.

      “I’m going to back up the security footage and review what happened,” Galen explained gently. “I was watching the view of your apartment door when the attack occurred, so I haven’t seen what this camera recorded. I understand if you don’t want to watch, but it might be helpful—”

      “I want to.” Ruby surprised herself with the conviction in her voice, and Galen’s eyebrows went up. “Maybe I’ll recognize him.” To her relief, Galen didn’t ask any more questions. He simply reversed the footage to the point when she came running into view.

      At the sight of her own terrified face, Ruby wasn’t so sure if she should have insisted on viewing the replay after all. But her attacker appeared on the shadowy periphery a moment later, pulling her back until they struggled just beyond the scope of the security camera, their feet darting on and off the edge of the screen.

      The screen showed Galen clearly as he ran to her aid and Ruby shuffling backward toward the gatehouse.“Not a single image,” Galen muttered as he clicked back to the moment when the attacker had rushed her, head down, and pulled her from the camera’s view.

      “It’s as if he knew the range of the camera,” Ruby whispered.

      “It wouldn’t be hard for him to guess if he had scoped out the palace wall ahead of time. The cameras are in clear view to deter trespassers.” Galen reviewed the scene again, this time zooming in toward the man’s head. The high-resolution image stayed crisp, but it still didn’t help much. “I can see the top of his head under his nylon, but I can’t even see if the man has hair or not.”

      “And we can’t see any of his face.” Ruby realized she’d bent down and taken hold of the back of Galen’s chair as he sat using the security computer. When he swung his chair around, suddenly their faces were quite close.

      She pulled away a reluctant second too late. She’d seen more than she wanted to of the swelling bruises on Galen’s face. She’d met his eyes long enough to feel the latent connection, to know in the bittersweet pit of her heart that he remembered all the time they’d spent together, that he wondered where they stood now.

      What could she tell him? I’m sorry. The words burned in her throat, unspoken.

      “Are you going to report this incident to headquarters?” Elias asked.

      “Right away,” Galen assured the older guard. “I was just hoping to have an image to send along with my report.”

      “I should head back to my apartment and get out of your way.” Ruby took a step toward the door.

      “Wait.” Galen stood. He raised one hand as though to reach for her, then returned his arm quickly to his side. “Do you want someone to walk you home?”

      Ruby felt her heart swell with a mixture of regret and appreciation. Even though she was within the protective walls of the palace grounds, beyond the reach of the man who’d attacked her and run away, she still hadn’t been keen on stepping out into the darkness alone. How thoughtful of Galen to consider her feelings.

      Before she could muster up words, Elias stepped forward. “I can walk her home. You’ve got a call to put in and a gatehouse to keep secure. I’m off duty.”

      “That’s right.” Galen looked the tiniest bit disappointed as he accepted Elias’s offer. “Thank you.”

      And though Ruby felt grateful for the older guard’s willingness to see that she arrived back at her apartment safely, she couldn’t help feeling the slightest bit disappointed, too. She told herself it was simply because she’d hoped for another opportunity to thank Galen, but her heart wouldn’t believe it.

      She wanted him to walk her home, though she dreaded discussing the way they’d left things, and she’d told herself a thousand times to keep her distance. It was precisely the reminder she needed. Galen was a distraction she couldn’t afford, not with all the long hours of hard work that lay ahead of her, both in Lydia and back in the US. Perhaps it was best to leave things at that.

      “Thank you,” she whispered, the words inadequate after the blows he’d taken on her behalf.

      “Just doing my job.” He kept his face to the screen, but she glanced back to find him looking after her, too far away now for her to read his expression. She might have thought she saw a glimmer of longing, but it was surely just a trick of the light.

      * * *

      “You abandoned your post.” Jason Selini, the captain of the Lydian Royal Guard, glared at Galen.

      “That guy was going to carry off Princess Anastasia’s assistant. Besides, Elias had the gatehouse covered.” Galen wished the royal guard had enough men to have two guards posted at the gatehouse at all hours, but following the attack on the royal family at the beginning of the summer, they’d had to let go any guard with ties to the insurgents. Rebuilding the force would take time.

      “Elias was off duty. You should have called for backup.”

      “And waited while that man—”

      “Guards could have arrived in under a minute. If that attack had been a ruse to draw you away from your post, you fell for it. You left the whole palace vulnerable.” Captain Selini flopped a file open on his desk.

      Galen recognized the pages with a sinking heart.

      “Last month,” the captain continued, “you let Duchess Julia through the gate without a guard. You have breached protocol twice in less than a month. That alone is grounds for suspension.”

      Galen felt as though a cold hand had clenched him in its grasp. He wanted to protest, but the captain clearly wasn’t going to listen to his defense.

      “In light of the events of last evening, Princess Anastasia has requested an evening escort for her assistant. She specifically requested you.” Selini raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Do you have any idea why?”

      “Because I fought Ruby’s attacker?”

      “Because you and Ruby have a history together, according to the princess. I looked into this history.” Selini flipped back several pages in his file.

      Galen’s heart sank. He knew what those pages held. During the tenure of the former head of the royal guard, Galen’s infractions hadn’t been considered much of a concern. But the former captain had been engaged in the treasonous conspiracies that had led to an ambush on the royal family, and had nearly toppled the monarchy. Jason Selini had taken the traitor’s place and seemed determined to restore the royal guard to its former glory by wiping away every trace of misbehavior.

      “It seems two years ago,” the captain summarized from the report, “you made an unauthorized journey to the archipelago in a royal guard motorboat with the princess and her friend

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