Don't Tell (Don't 1)

“Spain?”

“Yes. I need to get away from Galona for a while.”

I didn’t feel like I could ask her what was behind the request. Besides, she should be able to travel where she wanted.

“Sure. I’ll say something.”

“That’s it? You’re not going to squeeze answers out of me?”

I shook my head. “No. I’m sure you have a reason for wanting to go. My parents didn’t try to talk me out of studying in Freychon. I’m twenty-six. I’m past the point of being given permission.”

“Ahh. And you aren’t royal.”

“No, I’m not.” It seemed as if someone was always trying to remind me what my position was in the palace. It fluctuated from having to adhere to all of the rules, or either being such an outsider I couldn’t possibly understand.

“That’s a good thing, Molly.” She smiled. “Damon needs that. We all do. A touch of reality in these walls is what we’re all looking for.”

“Favor granted.” I used my best royal voice. We both laughed.

“You’re the best.” She stood to leave. “I’m glad you’re here. You have no idea what it’s like living with four brothers.”

The palace was so huge I never ran into any of them.

“No, I have only one.”

“Lucky you.”

“I’ll let you know how it goes with Damon.”

She pulled me into a hug. “Thank you.”

I sighed. If only the rest of my day was going to be that easy.

37

Damon

Georgan waited for me behind The Titan. The door closed behind me and I knew I’d never be back. I paid Lesage in full. All traces of my name in the club had been destroyed. The House of Sauvage would be represented by my brothers now.

“Sir.” Georgan held the door. He stared straight.

“Thank you. I need to make one more stop before we return to the palace.”

“Yes, sir.”

I ducked into the backseat. “I’d like to stop by Vitania’s.”

“Of course, your majesty.”

We sped away from the club. That chapter of my life was closed. No more nights feuding with Sebastian over women. No more drunken parties that ended in one night of fucking. One tender had changed that. It had changed me.

Georgan communicated with the security vehicle behind us. We arrived at the rear entrance of Vitania’s. It was unconventional, but I was steering our path as far from royal tradition as I could.

I waited while the officers did a quick sweep of the patrons before stepping from the car.

“It’s clear. There is no one shopping.”

“Thank you.”