![]() I’d never betrayed their confidence before, steering well clear of anything which would put the family I all but called my own in a bad light, but Roni had looked so worried this morning, staring out the window, the bright shirts she favored swapped for a colorless gown as she counted down the hours till her heart surgery. Seventeen years and nine months of living in the palace should have taught me better than to share personal information about the royal family. Even if she had no idea she was doing it. The one intent on getting me into trouble. I did my best to ignore Kristiann’s muffled laughter and the bemused prince standing in the doorway and focused instead on the wide gray eyes of the little girl in the hospital bed. Well? What happened next? Did Prince Thoraben find another pair of pants or did he have to stay sitting there until the princess left? What did the king say? Was he mad? A word, a jerk of the head, even a cough would have been enough to warn me the three of us were no longer alone. And Nurse Kristiann over in the corner would probably still be trying to hide her laughter at the funeral. If mortification could kill, I’d be six feet under. My life had skittered somewhere out of reach When I wrote about Kenna, I was thinking of you. ![]() WhiteSpark Publishing, a division of WhiteFire Publishing ![]() Reproduction in part or in whole is strictly forbidden without the express written consent of the publisher, with the exception of a brief quotation for review purposes. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or used fictitiously.Īll rights reserved. ![]()
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