Page 79 of One Last Stand

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Page 79 of One Last Stand

“Shep Watson, my . . . he’s with me.”

What happened toboyfriend?Whatever. He met Luka’s gaze. “Where she goes, I go.”

“Oh, I see,” the prince said. “Very good. I will ask my security to look into it. In the meantime, let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

Shep held up a hand. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Nonsense.” Luka snapped his fingers, and the guard opened the door, spoke to someone in the hallway.

“Really, Your Highness?—”

“Luka. We’ve played this game before, Delaney, and I won.”

He did?Shep stilled. Especially when Luka’s smile felt a little,hello, too warm. Too genuine. At least, when directed at London.Oh, wait—maybe he meant the first name, not the clothing change.Sheesh, calm down.

Still, Shep didn’t like the man.

“Okay—Luka,” London said. “I’m so sorry to have disturbed your security services, especially right in the middle of your gala preparations.”

He waved a hand. “Oh, that is my mother’s domain. I’m more undone by the fact that you are here, back in my country, without a word of warning. I need time to brace my heart for the possibility that you will break it again.”

Shep rolled his eyes.

London smiled. “Yes, well, it was an impromptu trip. I have an appointment at Cryptex tomorrow to replace my bio card.”

“Tomorrow?”

“The waiting period.”

“You should have called me. You know I would do anything in my power for you.” The door behind them opened, and in walked a steward holding two thick robes. Prince Luka reached out and took one, held it open for London.

She turned, slipping into it, pulling it around her and belting it.

Shep looked at the steward as he handed him the robe.Sheesh,he wasn’t that cold. But,okay, fine,especially when London gave him a side-eye.

He felt like the Pillsbury Doughboy.

“Come with me, and we’ll get your bio card taken care of. No reason for you to wait.” Luka reached over and picked up the landline phone on his desk. “But only on one condition.”

“No more sneaking into the palace?”

He smiled. “Perhaps. But I was thinking more of a request—that you’ll attend the ball tomorrow night.” He glanced at Shep. “With your guest, of course.”

He’d sort of hoped London had been kidding about the ball.

“Yes. Of course. My mother has already purchased dresses.”

“Very good.” His Highness turned to the phone and spoke Italian, waited a moment, then nodded and hung up. “You’re all sorted. My guards will escort you to Cryptex. I’ll make sure you have your card by tomorrow night at the ball.”

A knock at the door. The guard opened it, and a man stuck his head in. Spoke again in Montelenan.

Shep should really pick up a few words, ASAP.

The prince nodded, and the man left.

“The electricity went out?” London said.

“With the storm, the entire city grid went out.” And even as he spoke, lights flickered on in the darkness behind him, the city turning magical in the valley below.




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