Royal Captive
“When Istvan had jumped on top of her in that ditch, he’d probably knocked it from her pocket. And, naturally, there wasn’t a house in sight where she could ask to use a landline.
Lauryn drove madly over country roads that were even worse in the hills than elsewhere. She needed a plan. She tried not to think that Istvan might already be dead. Tried to keep in mind that she had to keep the car on the left side of the road if she didn’t want to die in a head-on collision.
“What is it with island nations anyway?” she muttered to the steering wheel and smacked it for good measure. “And what is it with princes?”
She refused to worry about Istvan. He could handle himself. He wouldn’t want her as backup anyway. He never wanted her as backup, only let her join him after considerable begging each and every time. Because in his arrogant princely mind, he probably saw her as nothing more than a weak woman. And he still didn’t trust her, no matter that she’d been as straight as an arrow long b...efore he’d ever set eyes on her.MoreLess
Lauryn drove madly over country roads that were even worse in the hills than elsewhere. She needed a plan. She tried not to think that Istvan might already be dead. Tried to keep in mind that she had to keep the car on the left side of the road if she didn’t want to die in a head-on collision.
“What is it with island nations anyway?” she muttered to the steering wheel and smacked it for good measure. “And what is it with princes?”
She refused to worry about Istvan. He could handle himself. He wouldn’t want her as backup anyway. He never wanted her as backup, only let her join him after considerable begging each and every time. Because in his arrogant princely mind, he probably saw her as nothing more than a weak woman. And he still didn’t trust her, no matter that she’d been as straight as an arrow long b...efore he’d ever set eyes on her.MoreLess
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