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Authors: Raye Morgan
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“There’s something about you that just calls to me.”
She searched his eyes. There was still no depth in his feeling for her. Still no memories. But his warm and wonderful kiss was a start.
She winced, remembering his family’s encounter with her notorious uncle. How she wished she could blot that out forever. The most hated crime family in Ambria, and it had to be hers.
It was tragic, really. The more she tried to distance herself from her background, the more it seemed to crop up all around her. She wasn’t a crook and she hated being associated with some really terrible people, people she was tied to by blood. But not by choice. Never that.
Suddenly she noticed that Mykal was getting more tired than she’d realized.
“I’ve got to sit down for a few minutes,” he told her, grimacing as he moved his leg. “Just give me a minute here.”
She helped him sit on the bed, then sat beside him. He took her hand in his and laced fingers.
“Kylos says he’s contacted our parents about my accident and they may be coming soon,” he told her, trying to take deep, cleansing breaths. “I told him to let them know I’d rather they stay put. They’re a little old to go rampaging around the world.” He shrugged. “And it’s probably just as well they aren’t here, considering what’s happening.”
She looked up, wary. “Do you mean…?”
He nodded. “This whole royal thing. I suppose you’ve heard about it. Everyone seems to know.” But he was frowning, searching her face.
She hesitated, wondering if she should pretend to know what the heck he was referring to. But she didn’t have a clue. Pretending would only give her more to trip over.
“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” she admitted at last.
He looked incredulous. “You really don’t know?”
She shook her head. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I’ve been out of town on a field assignment,” she said carefully, trying not to put it in terms he would recognize from their undercover work. “I haven’t had time to pick up a paper or listen to the news for weeks.” She gave him a quick smile. “I’m as innocent as a newborn child. So tell me. Why are you so popular at the castle these days?”
“Interesting.” He raised an eyebrow and gave her a teasing smile. “I’m the one with amnesia, but I have to fill you in on what’s happening. You’re in worse shape than I am.”
“Oh, just tell me,” she said impatiently.
He shrugged. “It’s simple, really.” He gave her a teasing smile. “Do I look like a royal prince to you?”
She frowned. That was something she’d never thought of. “No.”
“Me neither. But people at the castle seem to think I do.”
“Ignore them,” she said. It was her instant reaction.
He laughed. “It’s tempting to do that. But someone at the castle has gotten it into their head that I’m one of the long-lost princes we always used to hear legends about. You know, the ones who disappeared the night the castle burned, during the rebellion that brought the Granvillis into power.”
She stared at him, stunned. “But…wait…”
He gave a short laugh. “Yes, that’s exactly what I said when they first told me.”
She shook her head. This was incredible. “That would mean…”
“That I was adopted by the parents who raised me.” He shrugged. “Yes, but I’ve known that for years.”
Her eyes widened. “So it is possible.”
“Yes. Possible. Not necessarily probable.”
Her head was spinning. Mykal, royal? That was just so crazy on so many levels. “And so…?”
“Blood samples have been taken. Physicians have been poring over my painfully crumpled body. Psychologists have been analyzing my poor puzzled brain.” His tone was world-weary and cynical. “Analysts have tried to trip me up and prove I’m lying.”
“About what?”
He shrugged. “Anything, mostly about when I was eight years old. What I called my mother. Where I hid when I was afraid
She searched his eyes. There was still no depth in his feeling for her. Still no memories. But his warm and wonderful kiss was a start.
She winced, remembering his family’s encounter with her notorious uncle. How she wished she could blot that out forever. The most hated crime family in Ambria, and it had to be hers.
It was tragic, really. The more she tried to distance herself from her background, the more it seemed to crop up all around her. She wasn’t a crook and she hated being associated with some really terrible people, people she was tied to by blood. But not by choice. Never that.
Suddenly she noticed that Mykal was getting more tired than she’d realized.
“I’ve got to sit down for a few minutes,” he told her, grimacing as he moved his leg. “Just give me a minute here.”
She helped him sit on the bed, then sat beside him. He took her hand in his and laced fingers.
“Kylos says he’s contacted our parents about my accident and they may be coming soon,” he told her, trying to take deep, cleansing breaths. “I told him to let them know I’d rather they stay put. They’re a little old to go rampaging around the world.” He shrugged. “And it’s probably just as well they aren’t here, considering what’s happening.”
She looked up, wary. “Do you mean…?”
He nodded. “This whole royal thing. I suppose you’ve heard about it. Everyone seems to know.” But he was frowning, searching her face.
She hesitated, wondering if she should pretend to know what the heck he was referring to. But she didn’t have a clue. Pretending would only give her more to trip over.
“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about,” she admitted at last.
He looked incredulous. “You really don’t know?”
She shook her head. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I’ve been out of town on a field assignment,” she said carefully, trying not to put it in terms he would recognize from their undercover work. “I haven’t had time to pick up a paper or listen to the news for weeks.” She gave him a quick smile. “I’m as innocent as a newborn child. So tell me. Why are you so popular at the castle these days?”
“Interesting.” He raised an eyebrow and gave her a teasing smile. “I’m the one with amnesia, but I have to fill you in on what’s happening. You’re in worse shape than I am.”
“Oh, just tell me,” she said impatiently.
He shrugged. “It’s simple, really.” He gave her a teasing smile. “Do I look like a royal prince to you?”
She frowned. That was something she’d never thought of. “No.”
“Me neither. But people at the castle seem to think I do.”
“Ignore them,” she said. It was her instant reaction.
He laughed. “It’s tempting to do that. But someone at the castle has gotten it into their head that I’m one of the long-lost princes we always used to hear legends about. You know, the ones who disappeared the night the castle burned, during the rebellion that brought the Granvillis into power.”
She stared at him, stunned. “But…wait…”
He gave a short laugh. “Yes, that’s exactly what I said when they first told me.”
She shook her head. This was incredible. “That would mean…”
“That I was adopted by the parents who raised me.” He shrugged. “Yes, but I’ve known that for years.”
Her eyes widened. “So it is possible.”
“Yes. Possible. Not necessarily probable.”
Her head was spinning. Mykal, royal? That was just so crazy on so many levels. “And so…?”
“Blood samples have been taken. Physicians have been poring over my painfully crumpled body. Psychologists have been analyzing my poor puzzled brain.” His tone was world-weary and cynical. “Analysts have tried to trip me up and prove I’m lying.”
“About what?”
He shrugged. “Anything, mostly about when I was eight years old. What I called my mother. Where I hid when I was afraid
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