Loving the Crown (The Crown 3)

“I don’t need an ambi, but maybe she does.” He pointed to my arm.

Within seconds the men pulled out phones and called for an ambulance. I was still learning the Galonian slang.

“Someone should take a look at that.” It was as if the seas parted for him when he walked toward me. The crew backed out of the way, including Lance and Tom.

I blushed. “I think it’s ok.”

“Can you wiggle your fingers?” he asked.

I winced through the pain. “Sort of?”

“That’s it. I’m taking you myself.”

“Oh no, no, no,” I protested.

“It will be twenty minutes before an ambi is here. Charles, get the car. We’re taking Miss—”

“You are not going to take Gillian Sparks anywhere.” Tom must have found his balls. “Who the hell are you, anyway?”

“Tom,” I spoke through clenched teeth. “Shut up.”

“We don’t know this guy. He could be a set stalker.”

“Set stalker?”

“Tom, he’s not a set stalker. Calm down for a second. We all need to calm down.”

Lance paced in a circle behind us. He mumbled something about trying to recreate the shoot tomorrow after the fight scene. He had already moved on from the current crisis. I realized that was a casualty of working with a creative genius. He didn’t spend much time in reality.

“Your highness, Charles is pulling up with the car now.”

I swallowed. I heard the words, but I still hadn’t processed them. This man was no Vampire Heart super fan. He was royal.

Chapter Three

Liam

I’d already forgotten about the royal emergency. What happened in the square was more important than anything the crown needed. When I looked into her eyes, I knew. I fucking knew something I’d never known before.

The woman meant for me, and me alone.

These idiots weren’t going to take care of her. I was.

“Ms. Sparks?” I held my hand toward her. “Your car is here.”

We were both soaking wet. She was fucking gorgeous. Her cheeks glowed and her lips were wine red. I had to fight the urge to reach for her and take her in my arms.

She looked at the crew around her before stepping forward. “Maybe you should tell me who you are before I get in a car with you.”

“Don’t insult His Highness like that,” Romero barked.

Her eyes widened. “I see. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s all right. They get paid to say that.” I grinned. “Shall we?” I led her to the car. Charles and Romero were on either side. There was a new energy surging inside me.

Maybe they were too dumbfounded to speak. I had seen it happen before, but no one on the set followed us, or even asked which hospital we were headed toward.

I made sure Gillian was in the car safely, before walking to the other side. It was hard to slide with wet clothes. I had a bag in the trunk. I could change at the hospital, once her arm was attended.