Delta's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 1)

“Master Sutcliffe, we don’t have her on the royal roster and there are no instructions from the king,” the guard informed him.

“I see.” He glanced at me. I could tell from the way he looked at me, he wasn’t going to take pity on me. “You’re sure you didn’t get separated from a tour group?”

“I’m not on a tour of the palace. I’ve been with Damon.”

His eyes widened at the use of the king’s first name.

“I was in the royal library, studying texts. And now I’d like to go upstairs.”

He folded his hands behind his back. “I’m afraid that is impossible. Do you have some form of identification?”

I had nothing on me. It was against all the rules of The Titan.

“No.”

“Then, I’m going to ask you to leave.” He turned to the security officer. “If this becomes a problem, please call me.”

“Yes, sir.”

He stormed off down the corridor toward the library.

I sighed. “Is Georgan here?” I asked. “The driver?”

“Yes.”

“Would he be able to take me home?”

The officers looked at each other.

“He brought me here last night. I’m not a tourist.” I was getting irritated with the royal treatment.

They finally seemed to be convinced by some part of my story. “Outside, mademoiselle. His car is parked in the tunnel.”

“All right. If you see D—” I corrected myself. “His Royal Highness, will you please tell him for me that I went home?”

“Certainly.”

“Thank you.” I felt this innate need to curtsy, but stopped before I reached the hem of my skirt. I turned for the door and walked outside. I recognized the car from last night. Georgan polished the eagle on the hood.

“Bonjour.” I smiled. Maybe talking to the driver wouldn’t be as awkward. “Hola.” I didn’t know what to say.

He looked up from the hood ornament.

“Oui?”

It was hard constantly bouncing between French and Spanish. “I was wondering if you would be able to drive me home?”

“Of course.” He rounded the engine and met me at the rear door.

I looked at the palace over my shoulder. Something told me I should stay. Camp out next to the king’s security, no matter how they glared at me. But the fantasy had to end at some point. It couldn’t last forever. I knew how this worked.

“Merci.” I nodded as Georgan closed the door behind me.

It was strange to be in the same car from last night. It didn’t feel the same without Damon. He had consumed the air around us. Now, it just felt like an empty back seat.

Georgan called through the speaker, “Do you have the address, mademoiselle?”

“Oh yes. It’s 1408 Rue de Santa Lucia.”