The Prince's Christmas Vow

Her eyes grew shiny and she blinked repeatedly. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

After Zoe had hedged around the fact that his father might have had something to do with her leaving, he just wouldn’t—couldn’t—leave it alone. Unable to harness his emotions, he’d gone to his father and laid out the stark facts. His father, confronted with these allegations, had aged right before Demetrius’s eyes. The king admitted that he hadn’t handled the news of the elopement as well as he should have, but he swore on all that was precious to him that he hadn’t run off Zoe.

Before Demetrius could tell Zoe what had happened, she turned and disappeared down the hallway. Part of him said to let her go, but another part of him knew that this thing between them had to be resolved. They couldn’t continue to work together in this emotionally charged atmosphere.

She’d told him what she knew about the annulment papers, now he needed to stop pushing her for an answer about what happened to their marriage. It hadn’t been his father. It hadn’t been anything but the fact that she hadn’t loved him enough to take on this intimidating life of royalty. And he had to stop blaming her for that—for refusing to live a lie.

He dropped his tablet on the desk and headed down the hallway. The only problem was the palace was a maze of hallways. Zoe could have gone in any direction.

“Are you looking for Zoe?” Annabelle stopped next to him.

At that particular moment, he didn’t care what rumors he might start, he had to find her. “Did you see which way she went?”

Annabella pointed toward the front staircase. “She was in a hurry. I don’t know if you’ll catch her.”

He took long, quick strides until he was in the driveway. The car he’d put at her disposal was still parked. Well, that was a good sign. He still had a chance of finding her.

The young driver came rushing over. “Sir, may I help you?”

“Did you see Ms. Sarris?”

He nodded. “She said that she wouldn’t need a ride this evening, sir. She said she wanted to walk.”

“Which way did she go?”

The young man pointed toward the beach.

Demetrius set off after her. Still in a suit and tie, he wasn’t exactly dressed for a stroll on the beach, but that didn’t stop him. He was intent on setting things straight. He told himself that it was purely a business decision. The strain between them wasn’t conducive to productivity.

He set off down the long set of steps at the back of the palace. They stretched down the cliff to the pristine beach below. He paused midway down the stairs and searched the shoreline. He immediately spotted her standing at the edge of the water, staring off into the distant horizon where the setting sun hovered low in the azure sky.

As he rushed down the remaining stairs, he wondered what was going through her mind. At one point he’d been able to read her thoughts or so he liked to think. Back when they were together there had been times when a deep sadness was reflected in her eyes. It seemingly came from nowhere and when he asked her about it, she brushed it off and changed the subject. He never wanted to be responsible for causing her such pain, but last night he’d done just that and he’d witnessed that same look of pain again—pain he’d inflicted.

He stopped behind her. “Zoe.”

She didn’t move, but he knew that she’d heard him. Maybe it’d be easier this way. “I wanted to apologize. I was out of line last night. I’m not going to make excuses. I just want you to know that it won’t happen again.” Still, she didn’t move. He deserved her cold shoulder. “You should know that I confronted the king. He feels bad about not being more welcoming. I also initiated an investigation into the missing annulment papers.”

Zoe spun around.

“Why would you do that? Does Annabelle know?”

Why did she keep worrying about Annabelle? Had they become that good of friends so quickly? Was she worried that Annabelle would stop talking to her if she knew they were married? He had to admit that he didn’t know much about the ways of women’s minds, but Annabelle didn’t strike him as the petty type.

“You don’t have to worry. Even if Annabelle knew the truth about us, she’d still be your friend.”

Zoe shook her head. “I don’t think so. Although I’m surprised you haven’t confided in her. Don’t you think she should know?”

“No, I don’t.” He and Annabelle were acquaintances at best.