At His Majesty's Request. Maisey Yates

good. Since she’s getting married.”

      He gave her a look. “But you know that’s not really how things work around here. Not necessarily.”

      “True.”

      “She was meant to marry for the good of Kyonos. She is marrying her bodyguard instead.”

      “Are you angry about it?” she asked, her eyes meeting his, the glittering green light in them far too perceptive.

      “Not in the least. Anger is a completely unproductive emotion.” As were most emotions. He’s witnessed it firsthand. He made sure he didn’t have time for them.

      “But that leaves only you.”

      He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I can do it.”

      “And your brother …”

      “Might as well be dead. He doesn’t care for his country. He doesn’t care for his family, his people. He might as well have died with our mother.” The words tasted bitter on his tongue and he wished he had some ouzo to wash it out with. Bitterness wasn’t helpful, either.

      As if on command, a waiter appeared with a tray, laden with food and drinks, and set them down on their table. Stavros took the drink first, while Jessica picked up a stuffed grape leaf and turned it in her fingers.

      He took a quick hit of the strong alcohol. “I’m happy for Eva. And her husband does bring a lot to the country in terms of assets and security. Mak is a billionaire several times over. She’s hardly marrying beneath herself, even if he isn’t royalty.”

      Beneath Stavros’s casual manner, Jessica could sense his dark mood. He was very good at playing smooth, very good at coming across as the genial prince. Ready to smile for a photograph. Never caught scowling by a scandal-hungry public, who would latch onto the salacious headline declaring one grumpy expression proof of some sort of national crisis.

      And yet, she could feel that something wasn’t right. That there was something beneath it.

      He was the last man standing. The anchor. How could he not feel it? Of course he would. His sister had abandoned her duty for love, his brother had abandoned it for selfish, personal pleasure. It was only Stavros now.

      She felt added pressure. She couldn’t imagine that he didn’t.

      “Well, we’ll find you a royal bride who suits the needs of Kyonos, and you, perfectly,” she said, injecting a confidence and enthusiasm into her voice she wasn’t sure she felt.

      A half smile curved his lips, a shaft of sunlight hitting his face, that single moment displaying the breathtaking quality he possessed to its very best effect.

      She certainly felt as if her breath had been taken. Ripped straight from her lungs. Why did he have to be so hot? More to the point, why did she have to suddenly care how hot he was?

      She looked back down at her iPad, at the picture of Victoria Calder. And for the first time ever, she felt her stomach curl in with jealousy in connection with a client.

      It was the first and last time it would happen. She couldn’t afford it. Not financially, and most especially not emotionally.

      She’d already had everything drained from her in that department. She would never put herself through it again.