Don't Tell (Don't 1)

His eyebrows arched. “And she came to you.”

“Yes. She needs a break from Galona. And even though it’s not exactly what she wanted, why don’t you send her with Dominic?”

“Fuck. My family is falling apart. Isabel doesn’t want to be in the country and I have to send my bro

ther to rehab.”

I turned his face to focus on me. “You’re doing everything you can to keep them together. Grant this request for Isabel. Give her some time to recharge her batteries. She’ll be in Spain if Dominic needs anything. And he will get better.”

“God, you’re what I’ve always needed. Do you know that?” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Swear to me you won’t go to Spain too.”

I swallowed hard. “I promise.” I closed my eyes as Damon’s lips pressed to mine, as hungry as always.

“Now, let’s go christen the rest of this apartment.”

He hopped from the couch, lifting me with one quick scoop of his strong arms. I kicked my legs wildly. I wasn’t about to burden the king with more problems. The email could wait.

39

Damon

The lodestar clicked open. I sipped my coffee and read the agenda. I smiled when I saw Dominic’s name on my list of appointments. I had a video call with him at three. His progress had been steady. The doctors were pleased.

It had been two weeks since he left the palace. Isabel was still in Spain, supposedly working on state matters, but other than my briefing reports, I hadn’t heard from my sister. I had to fight the instinct to pull her back to Galona. Molly assured me she’d return when she was ready. I trusted her advice.

I pulled the top drawer open of the royal desk. The ring box sat where I had left it since I purchased it from Vitania’s. I lifted it from the drawer and cracked the lid. The sapphire sparkled in the morning sun.

I pinched it between my fingers and walked to the balcony. The waves crashed in the distance. The staff had brought a full cart of breakfast this morning. There were pastries, bowls of fresh fruit, and a basket of Galona’s most exotic tropical flowers. Everything was exactly how I instructed it to be presented. All of her favorites, down to the color of the china.

I inhaled deeply, my lungs expanding with the sea air.

I quickly snaked my hand around my back when Molly appeared in the doorway. My T-shirt grazed the tops of her thighs. God, she was sexy, especially wearing my clothes.

Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in amber waves.

“Bonjour, love.” I smiled.

“Bonjour.” She looked at the gilded cart. “Wow, you must be hungry this morning. And mimosas? Are we celebrating this morning?” She smiled sweetly. She reached for the coffee carafe first.

Why the fuck was I suddenly nervous? I could hear the blood pump between my ears.

“Are these fresh raspberries and kiwi?”

I nodded. “They are.”

“Yum. And I love these croissants.”

The sun washed over her, highlighting the blue in her eyes. She’d never looked more beautiful. More like the queen I wanted to make her.

“I fell asleep before you got in last night. Sorry.” She looked up. “But I do have some crazy news. I talked to Brooklyn for an hour.”

I eyed her. “Is this about Roux?”

“He’s going to leave Carina.”

“What? I haven’t seen his petition.”

“They just decided last night. I’m sure you’ll have it sometime this week. I can’t believe it. I’m so excited for Brooklyn.”