by Lauren Dane
She was healthy. She was whole. She felt better than she had in years. She was going to enjoy life and indulge in normal, everyday activities. Already she’d made friends with the elderly couple who lived in the neighboring cottage and she often spent mornings having tea in their neighbor’s garden.
Talia hurried toward to the door, thinking that her mother likely had her arms full. She pulled open the door. “I knew you shouldn’t have gone by yourself—”
She came to an abrupt halt, going completely still as she stared into the faces of Garon, Sebastien and Nico. Her stomach immediately knotted and her first impulse was to slam the door in their faces. Garon likely anticipated such a move because he immediately inserted his foot next to the frame so she’d be unable to do just that.
“What do you want?” she asked in a voice cold enough to freeze the Mediterranean.
“Let us in, Talia,” Sebastien said in a quiet voice.
“No.”
Garon raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“I don’t have to obey you any longer,” she bit out. “That contract is voided, remember? I’m no longer your submissive plaything for you to toss around whenever it pleases you.”
Nico winced at the bitterness in her tone. Hell, she hadn’t even realized she was still so bitter. She’d actually been feeling rather zen about the whole thing in the last few days, but now that they were here facing her, rage built like a volcano about to erupt.
And it pissed her off even more that whatever errand they were on, Xander was nowhere to be seen, but then he was likely newly married and on his bloody honeymoon.
She shuddered at the thought.
The one absolute she’d held to during their travels is no news, no television and no damn Internet. It had been freeing because what she didn’t know couldn’t very well hurt her.
“We’ve come to take you back home,” Garon said.
She stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “This is my home. At least temporarily. At least until my mother and I decide where we’d like to travel to next.”
“Your home is with us,” Nico said quietly.
“Oh that’s rich. Real bloody rich.” And then a thought occurred to her and she looked at them in astonishment. “Xander has no idea you’re here does he? He’d probably have a cow if he knew you were trying to get me back to Cristofino.”
They all stared at her with perplexed expressions.
“Talia, Xander sent us,” Sebastien said impatiently.
“Well, I’m not going anywhere,” she clipped out. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than to sign up for more humiliation.”
“I know we hurt you,” Garon said in a gruff voice. “And you have every right to be angry. But Talia, please, just listen to us. Come back to Cristofino with us so Xander can make this right.”
“There aren’t enough words in the dictionary for him to ever make it right,” she said, sarcasm lacing every word.
“Talia, what’s going on? Who are these men?”
The three men whirled around, enabling Talia to see her mother standing just inside the wooden gate holding two bags from the market.
Nico and Sebastien sprang into action, each reaching for one of the bags.
“We are representatives of His Royal Highness, Alexander Carrera of Cristofino,” Nico said in a formal voice as he lifted the bag from her befuddled mother’s arm.
“Well,” Rose began, clearly at a loss as to what to say. “Why are you here and what do you want with Talia?”
“His Royal Highness wishes for you both to be presented at the palace as soon as it’s possible to arrange the transportation,” Sebastien said smoothly. “It is a matter of utmost importance. One of national security, one might even say.”
Talia rolled her eyes and shook her head. What a load of crap.
Her mother’s eyes widened and then she looked straight at Talia. “Well, we must go, of course. It all sounds quite important. We can’t let His Highness down. Not after all he’s done for our family. And for you, Talia.”
Talia clenched her teeth so hard her jaw ached. “Mama, why don’t you go in and fix these nice young men a cup of tea. I’m sure since they’ve traveled so far, they’d love refreshment.”
If her mother noticed the sarcasm, she didn’t remark, but then she seemed too frazzled by the idea that representatives of the royal family were on her doorstep.
“Oh, of course, wherever are my manners!” Rose exclaimed. “Do come in please. I’ll have tea prepared immediately.”
When the men would have followed Rose as she hurried past Talia into the cottage, Talia blocked their entryway and put her hand out.
“If you have respect for me whatsoever. If you have any modicum of human decency, you will not let my mother know the nature of our relationship or anything that occurred on the island while I was there.”
Garon took her outstretched hand and pulled it to his chest, his expression pained. “We would never do anything to hurt you that way, Talia.”
“You’ll forgive me if I don’t quite believe that,” she said quietly. “I don’t appreciate being manipulated in front of my mother. That was a dirty, underhanded trick and you damn well know it.”
Sebastien crossed his arms over his chest and stared challengingly at her. “I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to get you back to Cristofino so Xander can clear up this whole mess. All’s fair in love and war, and war, my love, has just been declared.”
Chapter 26
“Why am I here, Nico?” Talia asked in a quiet voice as the limousine carrying her, her mother, Garon, Sebastien and Nico pulled through the palace gates.
It had been a whirlwind affair once they had her mother convinced of the necessity of her and Talia returning to Cristofino. She’d had herself and Talia packed in an hour flat and a private jet had been waiting for them at the airport to make the short flight to Cristofino.
The worst part was how cryptic the men had been. It infuriated her after the way she’d been tossed out of the villa that they were arrogant enough to think all they had to do was snap their fingers and she’d come like a well-trained dog.
Nico reached over and touched her cheek in a gentle caress. “Xander will explain everything.”
She moved away from his hand, not wanting her mother to see the gesture.
“I’m sorry, Talia,” he murmured in a low tone. “For everything. You can’t imagine how much.”
Tears burned her eyelids and she cursed that she could still feel anything even two months after her abrupt departure from their lives.
The car rolled to a stop and to Talia’s utter astonishment, Xander’s mother, the queen, came to greet Talia’s mother when she stepped from the car. Talia watched agape as the queen kissed Rose on either cheek, tucked her arm underneath hers and promptly whisked her inside and away from Talia.
“What the hell just happened here?” she asked in bewilderment.
Garon’s arm slid around her body and for just a brief moment, she savored his soothing warmth. She had no idea how much she missed and how much she craved their touch. Their hands on her body. Until now. It was a painful reminder of the cold, stark nights she’d spent alone ever since she’d left the island.
“Come with us,” he said, his voice gentle. “You’ll understand everything. I promise.”
Still confused, she allowed him to lead her inside the palace, up the winding mahogany staircase to the second level. The level where most state matters were handled. Or the work zone as she’d learned it was called by palace insiders during her time here as the gardener’s assistant.
When Garon led her into the very office where it all had begun, she nearly laughed at the irony. Here where she and Xander had first met. The meeting that had supposedly put them on a collision course culminating with her summons to the island villa.
She almost didn’t see Xander, so off balance was she from the entire bizarre turn of events. He was standing to the far side, hands shoved int
o his pockets. He looked haggard, like he’d gone too many nights without sleep. Well, that made two of them.
He looked…relieved. And a little overwhelmed. He looked like it was taking all his restraint not to run over to her.
What the hell was going on here?
This felt like yet another bizarre chapter in a story that had begun months ago when she’d been sent that mysterious summons and her life had proceeded to change forever.
“Talia,” Xander said, almost as if he were testing her name on his lips, or perhaps he was checking to make sure she was real.
Perplexed by his behavior, she couldn’t quite summon the fury that had come so easily when Garon, Sebastien and Nico had shown up at her cottage in Italy.
“I’m here,” she said. “You made it sound important, Xander. What’s going on? You had them drag my mother along and we were on holiday.”
He took a step forward. And then another. Before long he was right in front of her and she could see his hands shaking at his sides. She also realized that she and Xander were alone in the room. The others had disappeared and the door had been closed, affording them complete privacy.
“Important?” he echoed. “Bloody hell, yes, it was important. You’re the most important thing in the world to me and I couldn’t damn well find you! Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”
Her mouth popped open. “Of all the unmitigated nerve! You self-centered son of a bitch.”
Before she could get truly involved in her diatribe, he grasped her shoulders and yanked her to him, closing his mouth over hers in a forceful kiss that left her gasping.
“Oh God, Talia,” he said, his voice cracking under the strain of emotion. “I thought I’d lost you. I thought I wouldn’t be able to find you. You have no idea the hell I’ve gone through not knowing where you were and if you were all right.”
For a moment she was lost, and oh God, it felt so good to be back in his arms, his mouth on hers and all that dominant power rippling through his body.
Then reality smacked her hard and she jerked away, stumbling back to put distance between them.
“Are you crazy?” she croaked out. “My God, are you married? Because I’ll tell you now, Xander, I will not be your mistress.”
He looked as though she’d slapped him. “Why the hell would you think I’d be married?”
She shrugged. “I assumed once you became king, you’d find a nice princess to marry.”
He bit out a curse and grasped the back of his neck in his palm. “Is that why you left Paris? Because you were upset by something you saw or heard on the news?”
She shoved her fingertips into the pockets of her jeans. Her mother had been horrified that she was wearing something so casual to meet the king, but Talia wasn’t impressed, nor was she making special concessions for this man.
“I left Paris because it was time to get on with my life. I wanted to spend time with my mother and celebrate the fact that she’s beaten a disease that takes so many lives.”
Xander nodded. He lowered his hand from his nape, his expression more haunted than ever.
“There are things I need to explain to you, Talia. And then I have an apology to make. I hope when I’m done that you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”
Forgiveness? He wanted absolution? Wouldn’t a phone call have been sufficient?
He looked as though he wanted to touch her again, like it was a compulsion he couldn’t control. Confusion weighed heavily on her because she understood none of this.
“The things I told you on the island. All of them were true. What I hesitated to say was that…I love you. Have loved you from that very first moment when I came upon you here in this office.”
Hurt crowded in, squeezing the breath from her lungs. Her chest ached and tightened and tears stung her eyelids, drew up her nose until it burned and twitched.
“You have a very funny way of showing your love,” she said shakily.
“You’re right. I hide behind the others. I use them as a shield sometimes. It’s wrong. It was unfair to you. You should have known how I felt about you. You should have never been left to question or to wonder.”
She took a deep, steadying breath. “Xander, as much as I appreciate this speech, the fact is, you tossed me out of your villa like a used-up whore. No good-byes. No ‘have a nice life.’ Nothing. You couldn’t get me off that island fast enough. I…”
She broke off and swallowed back the sob that threatened because damn it, she was not going to break down. She lifted her tearful gaze back to him. “I felt cheap. I felt used. I felt degraded. For the entire time I was there, I felt pampered and cherished. And all of that was gone in a matter of minutes the day you told me to leave.”
This time he couldn’t seem to control himself any longer. He pulled her into his arms and held her so tightly she could barely breathe. He buried his face in her hair, the sounds of his breaths harsh in the silence.
“I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry, my love. I never wanted you to feel that way. I handled it all wrong. I was so angry and resentful. I was in a no-win situation and all I could see was you slipping away. Of me being denied the one thing I wanted above all else. You.”
She pried herself away. “I don’t understand, Xander. What happened?”
“I had to return immediately to Cristofino, and I would give the rebels nothing with which they could hurt me. You, Talia. If they had known, if they had even guessed that I had any sort of feelings for you. If they knew of your existence, that you were with me. They would have used you against me, and it would have worked because I would have done anything at all for them not to have hurt you.
“I could not place myself in such a weak position. I could not return to my country a weak man. And you are my greatest weakness,” he finished in a whisper.
She stared at him, unable to formulate a response. What was there to say? Her pulse was pounding painfully at her temples.
He ran a hand raggedly through his hair almost as if he did so in an effort not to touch her again.
“I didn’t want you associated with me in any possible manner. Didn’t want you traced back to me. I wanted it so that I didn’t exist in your life and you didn’t exist in mine. It was the hardest damn thing I’ve ever done in my life but I knew it was necessary because I couldn’t live knowing something had happened to you. I’ve lost so much already. Cristofino has lost so much. I don’t want to lose any more.”
“Then why…Why am I here now?” she asked hoarsely.
He touched her face, cupped her jaw, ran his fingers through her hair, smoothed his fingertips over her brows. He seemed obsessed with touching her.
“Because I can’t live without you,” he whispered. “I won’t give you up. I want you here. With me. Standing beside me. Always.”
Her brows knitted together and she was honest to God starting to get the mother of all headaches. She closed her eyes, so confused she wanted to scream.
He brushed his mouth against her forehead and pulled her close into his embrace once more. Her body was cupped intimately to his. To anyone looking, there was no mistaking that they were lovers. Their embrace was too tender. Too knowing and familiar.
“Marry me, Talia. Be the princess I’ve always considered you. Be my princess. Be my queen.”
Chapter 27
Talia went still in his arms, afraid to move or breathe. Then she shook her head, sure she hadn’t heard correctly. Carefully, she pushed away and looked up at him, but his eyes were serious and grave.
“Xander, I’m nobody,” she whispered. “I used to work for your groundskeeper. I can’t marry you.”
“As king I can damn well marry whoever I want,” he said calmly. “And you aren’t nobody. You’re everything to me. That makes you the most important woman in all of Cristofino.
“I love you, Talia. I’ve loved you for a long time. I’ve botched and bungled my opportunity with you at every turn, but I want the chance to make it right. To make our relatio
nship permanent. I know that the uncertainty you experienced on the island hurt you, but at the time I couldn’t offer you anything more than the vague vow that I’d never let you go.”
She touched her fingertips to her forehead as the ache intensified. “Xander, you know I have feelings for Garon, Sebastien and Nico. How could you want to marry me knowing this?”
He kissed her forehead, soothing away some of the tension. “That’s the other point we have to discuss.”
She frowned but he kissed away the frown until her lips relaxed.
“You’ve known from the beginning that I had, shall we say, different tastes and expectations. I trust Bastien, Garon and Nico with my life. Now I’m trusting them with yours. From this moment forward, they are assigned as your personal guard detail. Our wedding will be public, but our marriage will very much remain behind closed doors. And what goes on behind those closed doors is solely at our discretion. They don’t want to lose you either. I thought they might kick my ass over the way I left things.”
“Just what are you saying, Xander? You want to marry me, but you want things to continue as they were before?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Whoa,” she breathed.
“You care for them. They care for you. I know that they’ll guard you and protect you with their lives. In the privacy of our own home, we will continue to enjoy a lifestyle that we embraced on the island. You are my wife, but you will be pampered, adored and cherished above all others by the four of us.”
She didn’t have words. She was completely and utterly overwhelmed by all of it. She was torn from the very real anguish she’d gone through and the sudden surge of excitement—and wonder—of such a scenario.
“They…They’re okay with this?” she whispered.
“The question is whether you’re okay with it,” he said gently. “It’s a lot to take in and I wish that it could have all been handled differently. My plan was to get you to the island by whatever means necessary even if it meant coercion. It makes me a bastard, but I would have done anything to make you come to me. And then my intent was to seduce you with words and actions, make you fall in love with me—with the situation as it stood with Bastien and Garon and Nico—and then make my commitment known to you that no matter what happened with Cristofino, that you would always remain by my side.”
