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I do love a party.”

      Just then, looking at him, at the stark, raw emotion that flickered in his eyes for just a moment, she was struck again by that thought she’d had about being defined by her station. Except she wondered if it had been the same for him. If he was more what his title was than who he was inside. If anyone valued him at all as a man, and not as a prince.

      “That doesn’t matter. The camp was always crowded. There were always people. But I was never a part of them in the same way. Families, blood family, shared space. Caravans. Sometimes they would sleep altogether around the campfire. Family is the cornerstone of the clan. And I didn’t have one.”

      “I had a family,” he said, his voice rough.

      “Are your parents dead too?” It was a terribly inappropriate question, one she knew she shouldn’t have asked. Andres was very careful with his words. Sometimes he was direct, tactless, but that was by choice, never on accident. Other times he was careful to make a wide circle around the point, disguising it, wrapping it in something more palatable.

      But she had been raised in an environment where words weren’t wasted. Where honesty, honor mattered.

      Still, she regretted these words.

      “My father is,” he said, his tone hard. “Not my mother. At least, not as far as I know.”

      “She isn’t here.” It wasn’t a question.

      “She hasn’t been. Not for years.”

      “Where did she go?”

      “I, my brother, my father, and all of our Secret Service don’t know the answer to that. When she disappeared, she disappeared. Not, I suspect, because she was so accomplished at subterfuge, but because she did what no one expected her to do.”

      “What’s that?”

      She expected him to stop their conversation, expected him to scold her for being too bold. Instead, a faint smile tipped the corners of his mouth upward. “I think she just walked away. With nothing but the clothes she was wearing.”

      “Why?” Zara had imagined doing just that. But she hadn’t. Because she had no money, no identification, no skills, nothing. And yet, to hear Andres say it, it was what his mother had done.

      “I suspect because it was all a bit too much for her.”

      “Being royal?”

      He stopped moving then, but he didn’t release his hold on her. “Perhaps.”

      There was something beneath that answer, words that weren’t being spoken. He frustrated her. Made her want to pound on his chest until the truth came out. But she shouldn’t care. So she didn’t.

      “Perhaps I will find it all too much,” she said.

      He moved without warning, releasing his hold on her hand, taking hold of her chin. “You will not leave me.”

      She was taken aback by the sudden intensity, by the growl in his voice. “No,” she said, not entirely certain she was telling the truth.

      “You dance fine,” he said, releasing his hold on her and stepping away from her. The chill between them was palpable, blown in on the words she had spoken, words that had carried a power she hadn’t been able to guess at.

      “Thank you,” she said, not really meaning it. Then she doubted he had meant what he said about her dancing.

      Already, she had learned something from him. Already, she was learning to hide.

      “I suggest you spend the next couple of days reflecting on the best way to present yourself to the public here in Petras. There is a traditional holiday feast at the end of the week, and we will be making our debut. It will be held here at the palace, and many of the prominent citizens here in Petras will be invited, while many more will be watching on television. My brother is going to make a speech. For some reason, the populace is very interested in what he has to say.”

      His mask was firmly back in place. It had slipped, only for a moment, but it had.

      “I don’t have to say anything, do I?” The thought had occurred to her suddenly, and had horrified her. She had never had to speak in front of people in her life.

      “No. In fact, it would be best if you didn’t. If you can manage to stand there, look lovely and not chew on any of the chicken bones, we should be fine.”

      She frowned. “I’m not going to chew on chicken bones.”

      “I can’t be sure with you.”

      “What sort of debut is this, exactly?”

      “You will be making your first public appearance with me. As I never bring women to such things, it will be seen as significant,” he said.

      She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, he turned away from her and walked out of the room, leaving her standing there in a formal ball gown, with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

       CHAPTER SIX

      ZARA HAD A suspicion that her gown had been selected in an attempt to soften her appearance. Pale blue raw silk with a high neckline and a formfitting shape that ended just below her knee. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, her makeup much more restrained than usual. Perhaps they thought that if she looked sedate she would be less likely to eat her lunch with her fingers.

      Though in this case, appearances were certainly deceiving. She had reached the point of feeling quite desperate to escape this whole marriage bargain, stricken very much without her permission.

      She was beginning to think that playing nice would get her nowhere. If Andres wouldn’t take up her cause, she would carry it all on her own.

      With flourish.

      Her fingers were freezing. She was shaking a little bit, probably because she was cold. Snow had begun falling outside late last night, the temperatures plummeting. Petras bordered Greece, but was set deeper back into the mountains and had a climate that matched what she was accustomed to in Tirimia, more than their Mediterranean neighbor. Still, though she was used to the cold, for some reason it was getting to her at the moment.

      It certainly wasn’t nerves. It wasn’t going to be difficult to sit at a table and eat food. She could manage that without humiliating anybody.

      Whatever Andres thought, she wasn’t an animal.

      More people began to flood into the main doors of the palace, and Zara sank back into an alcove, her heart pounding heavily. She lifted her hands, clasping them together, holding her fingers tight in an attempt to warm them.

      Okay, maybe she was nervous. She didn’t know why. She had no stake in any of this. It had nothing to do with her.

      She looked across the growing crowd and saw Andres’s dark head, higher than the rest. Seeing him felt like grabbing a lifeline in the midst of the storm. She kept her eyes on him. He was familiar. A horizon line on a pitching sea.

      He looked up, and their eyes locked. He changed course, parting the mass of people with his mere presence. She lowered her hands, still holding them together, trying to get a handle on her nerves.

      “Where have you been?” he asked.

      “Here. You didn’t specify a meeting place.”

      “I didn’t expect to find you hiding in a corner.”

      “I’m not hiding,” she said, even though she had been doing just that.

      “Kairos and Tabitha are on their way. We will walk in just after them. But before we go in, I have something for you.”

      She blinked, freezing, well aware that she looked a little bit as if she had been slapped upside the head. “For me?” Stupid, she was basically repeating his words back to him.

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