to sink into oblivion, and he couldn’t bring her into that situation.
There were people who wanted to assassinate him. And he would gladly take a bullet for his country, because he felt responsible for Isla Hermosa’s downfall.
He hadn’t been able to control his late brother. Kainan had tried, but his brother had ruined the country in six months after their father had ruled gracefully for fifty years.
Now Kainan was King of a broken, bleeding country. And instead of being there he was here in Canada. First in Ottawa, to recuperate from all the injuries that he’d sustained when the palace had been attacked, and now here at this hospital in Toronto, working and waiting for surgery that might or might not return his voice to him. Surgery he might not survive due to the damage in his throat.
Still, he needed a voice to rule. As King, he had a duty to his country—a tradition to uphold and a service which had so depressed his mother and made her feel trapped.
His father had been a great king, but cold, and protocol had come first. Kainan had watched his mother take second place to Isla Hermosa.
So, no, he couldn’t drag Reagan into that. The crown would die out with him. And maybe it was better that way.
What’s first? he signed.
“Have you got your hospital identification yet?” she asked, leafing through all the papers from Human Resources that Kainan had just skimmed.
No. I haven’t got that yet.
“Okay, we’ll fill out this paperwork and—”
Kainan touched her arm and got her attention. Why aren’t you practicing surgery?
“I told you. I’m the only one fluent in American Sign Language here who has room in her schedule to assist you.”
So this is a punishment for you?
“What?”
Surgery was your life.
She frowned, and continued to leaf through the binder. “It still is, but I was asked to do this and—” She was interrupted by a knock at the door. “Yes?”
A nurse stuck her head round the door. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Dr. Cote, but it’s Peter.”
Reagan’s expression changed. She frowned, looking worried as she slammed the binder shut. “I’ll be right up.”
The nurse nodded and shut the door.
“I’m sorry, Kainan. I’ll try to be as fast as I can but...it could take a while.”
Is it a patient? he asked.
Reagan sighed sadly. Her expression was tired, broken, and Kainan couldn’t help but wonder who Peter was. Was Peter her husband?
That brief, fleeting thought of her with another man enraged him. It made him jealous to think of another man loving her.
Not that he deserved to feel any sense of jealousy when it came to Reagan. He’d given up those rights when he’d let her go in Isla Hermosa.
“No, it’s not a patient.” Then she sighed again and looked almost as if she was going to be sick. “Kainan, I’m... He’s my son. Peter is my son.”
She stood up to leave, her body tense.
Kainan was shocked, and sat back as reality sank in. He hoarsely asked, “Your son?”
And then it dawned on him—because he knew that she hadn’t had a child when she was serving alongside him in Isla Hermosa.
A cold tendril of dread unfurled in his belly. He jumped up and stood in front of her, blocking her escape and he cleared his throat. “How. Old?”
“He’s three months now. He’s your son, Kainan.”
Reagan didn’t offer any other explanation.
* * *
“Never trust women, Kainan. Never. Your mother tried to hide you from me when she wanted to divorce me, but you were a prince of Isla Hermosa. She had no right to do that. But she did try. Women are fickle. They are not devoted, they only think of themselves. Never trust them. Close your heart to them or you’ll be hurt!”
Kainan didn’t want to hear his late father’s voice in his head. He’d been a fine king, but a terrible husband and father.
Still, Reagan hadn’t told him he had a son.
“I have to go and check on him. Kainan, please move.”
Numb, he stepped to the side so she could open the door.
Of course Kainan was going to let her go, but he needed more answers. His son? It couldn’t be. Why was his son at the hospital? Why was a nurse taking care of him?
He dashed after Reagan, cursing himself inwardly because he couldn’t call out to her to stop, but he caught up with her quickly and grabbed her arm, holding on to her.
She tried to shrug out of his grip until she saw it was him and relaxed.
My son? he signed.
“Yes.”
Why didn’t you tell me I had a son? Were you trying to hide him from me? He instantly regretted the words. They were so much like something his father would have said.
Her eyes narrowed. “I thought you were dead. They told me you were dead. I wouldn’t hide him from you—you know that.”
He wanted to believe that, but his own mother had tried to hide him from his father when she was pregnant.
“I never wanted you locked away in the palace, Kainan. I didn’t want you locked away like me. I tried to leave, but I couldn’t hide you from him either,” his mother had said on her death bed. “I just wanted us to be happy. To be free. I didn’t want you to grow up with him as a father.”
“Why?” He’d felt as if his life was a prison sentence. He was guarded and watched all the time, and though surrounded by people he’d always felt alone. “Why did you tell him?”
“I had to. I loved him.” His mother had sighed. “I am sorry I am leaving you. You will never be free. Even as the spare. You will never be your own man. I wanted more for you, Kainan. I’m sorry.”
His mother had died then, and his father had told him woman weren’t to be trusted.
“Never trust a woman, Kainan. Never.”
Kainan rubbed his temple, where a pounding headache was brewing.
Reagan didn’t hide your son from you. She thought you were dead.
That was little consolation to him at this moment.
“I have to go see him,” Reagan whispered.
What is wrong with him? he asked as they waited for the elevator.
“Cardiomyopathy.” There was a glitter of moisture in her eyes as she cleared her throat. “He was born that way. He was born with a failing heart.”
Oh, God.
His heart sank. It was too much. He’d learned he was a father and that his son was dying all in the same day.
He was no fool. He knew the severity of cardiomyopathy in a child.
Run. Turn and leave.
But he couldn’t do that either. He was not the cold, unfeeling man his father had been.
The elevator dinged as the doors opened, and they stood to the side as people got off, before getting in.
Kainan didn’t say anything as they rode in silence. Everything was still sinking in.
He had a son.
And his son was the Crown Prince of Isla Hermosa.
He felt bad for inflicting that burden on him.