The moment I pulled into the Palace garage, the hum of the engine still hanging in the air, I knew they were waiting for me. My father's men stood lined by the door. Uniformed, alert, trying too hard to look unshaken by my presence. And at the center of them, arms crossed like he owned this damned place, was none-other than the smart ass, Angelo.
I stepped out of the SUV, unhurried, the smell of gasoline and blood still clinging to my clothes. Their spines straightened the instant my boots hit the concrete. Good. They should be nervous. I hadn't even bothered to clean up after The Duchess. I want them to smell the violence on me.
Angelo's gaze followed me as I approached, and I could already feel the question burning behind his eyes.
"So?" Angelo bit out, jaw tight. "Where were you, Prince? We've been missing you for days when we should've been searching for your bride and child."
