"Dr. Helmuth?" she repeated, with a nervous glance at the nurse eyeing her suspiciously.
I leaned against the counter, sharing a smile with Rima. "I'm sorry, there must be a mix-up. I don't get off for another three hours."
She took a hesitant step forward. "Your mother has summoned you."
"Tell her to wait," I said with a small shrug. "I can't just leave."
The ghost of a scowl appeared on her face, and it was all I could do not to smirk. Rima was still surveying the sergeant as if she were an unknown agent, but then turned to me. "Doctor, I think we've got it covered here. If your mother needs you—"
"Oh, Mom always needs something," I said with a laugh. "But if you think you guys will be fine without me..."
"I am sure of it."
I paused. "Let me go check with Dr. Maitland first. I'll see you later, Nurse Rima."
"Always a pleasure, Doctor."
I pushed myself off the counter and started down the hall. The hurried clacking of boots followed me and I could practically feel her irritation at me. "Dr. Helmuth—"
"Sire or Prince Galian, if you please," I said, glancing behind me. "We must stand on ceremony, after all."
That earned me a true scowl. "We're on a bit of a time crunch here."
"This will only take a second," I said, holding open the door to the doctor's lounge.
Dr. Maitland sat at one of the tables, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand and the newspaper splayed out in front of him. He glanced at me, then the sergeant still glowering at me, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Dr. Maitland, it appears I have a royal summons," I said. "My mother needs me."
Maitland shrugged and winked at the soldier. "Who am I to overrule the queen of Kylae?" He pushed himself to stand and gathered the paper and coffee. "Does Rima have your files?"
"Yes," I said with a nod. "Just keep an eye on Mr. Bernard for me. I don't like the look of his blood pressure."
"Will do," Maitland said, patting me on the shoulder. "Give my regards to your mother for me." He closed the door behind him, and the soldier let out an impatient growl.
"If you don't—"
I crossed the room in three steps, pushed her against the wall, and covered her mouth with mine.
She leaned into it for a moment, then shoved me away roughly. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
The pale makeup had smudged, revealing darker brown skin underneath, and several black strands of hair had fallen from beneath the wig. Even when she was made up to look like a Kylaen, I would've known my Theo anywhere. If not from the sound of her voice, then the adorable way her nose crinkled when she was angry with me. Based on the number of lines on her nose, she was livid.
"Sire or Prince Galian?" she huffed.
"All the guards use my title," I said, but I couldn't keep the smile off my face. I'd honestly just wanted to see her reaction.
"And parading me around the hospital? We could've been seen! That nurse was giving me the side-eye—"
"Rima gives everyone the side-eye," I said, running my hands along her curves. My fingertips slipped underneath the uniform and found warm, soft skin. "Hi, by the way. I missed you."
She relaxed, but only a little. "I missed you too, amichai. But Kader is waiting. We need to get back to the castle and debrief your mother."
"You were gone a long time," I said, ignoring her warnings. "I was worried."
"You needn't have," Theo said, but her face softened a bit. "Kader knows what he's doing."
"But I'm not there, and I don't like it..."
She sighed deeply, and I could tell by the way she pressed her lips together she was holding in a comment. Perhaps about my usefulness while sneaking around an enemy country. So, I saved her the trouble of responding and kissed her again. This time, she leaned into it, giving me entry into her mouth. I crushed her against the wall, making sure she knew just how worried I was, and wondering if I should lock the door.
When a soft moan escaped her lips, she must've remembered where we were, because she pushed me back. "We can't. Someone could see us."
"Then why'd you come to the hospital to get me?" I asked with a smirk. "You can't possibly expect me to keep my hands to myself."
She opened and closed her mouth, and I could almost see her face growing redder under the makeup. "I...that's..."
"Admit it, you wanted to see me all doctorly," I said, pressing my hips against hers. "It turns you on—"
She glared at me. "Pompous princeling."
"You fell in love with me," I said with a shrug.
"Be that as it may," she said, glancing behind me. "We need to go. People are already curious about why I'm here."
"I'm having a consultation with a patient," I grinned, reaching for her again. "C'mon, let me give you a physical. Ooh, even better, I can give you a GYN exam—"
She slapped my groping hands away, but I knew she was on the verge of letting me take her then and there against the wall. Her visits to Kylae were few and far between, lasting only hours before she and Kader left again. We hadn't made love once, not since our stolen night in Jervan before this whole mess began. If I'd been miserable when she was an ocean away, these brief interludes were torturing me. I just wanted an hour alone with her when she wasn't rushing off to the next mission.
"Amichai, we have to go," she said softly.
I sighed, knowing she was right. "Fine."
Theo
Galian led me through the maze of hallways in the hospital, his shoulders relaxed and his smile wide. I kept my eyes on the ground, knowing I couldn't keep my lovesick smile to myself for much longer.
Two nurses paused as we passed them, and I hoped he hadn't smudged the makeup too much. In order to move invisibly within the Kylaen royal staff, I needed to appear Kylaen. There wasn't even a dark-skinned maid at the castle, so I'd stick out like a sore thumb. And since the King of Kylae believed Galian and I had fought, broken up, and I'd left to seek refuge in Herin, it was even more important I not be recognized.
It had been stupid and reckless to fetch him myself, as Kader had pointed out very astutely when we'd argued about it. With the media's obsession with him, there was always the danger of an errant photo or some crazed royal watcher writing a story about the blonde sergeant seen with the prince. And if my face appeared on any Kylaen media, everything would be over.
But the brief moment of intimacy had been worth the risk. I could still taste him, still feel the ghost of his fingertips on my skin, the pressure of his body against mine. It wasn't enough—it never was. But after six months of spinning my wheels, I would take even a small moment of bliss.
We found Kader parked at the back entrance of the hospital. I felt his gaze on my lips where Galian had smudged the makeup, and he said all he needed to with that one look. I held the door open for Galian and slipped into the front seat.
"Aw," Galian said from the back. "It's one thing to go off on dangerous missions, but now you're opening doors for me?"
I sat down in the passenger's seat and buckled in without lifting my gaze.
"You two are supposed to be in hiding," Kader said, as the car lurched into motion. As expected, he shot a warning glare at me and my smudges. "You don't know how relentless they'll be if they think he's got a girlfriend."
"Oh, but I do know," Galian replied, leaning forward to rest his head on the divider between us. He slithered his hand to the back of my neck, pressing small circles into the tense cords he found. "Nobody saw us."
"Nobody that you saw."
"I missed you, too, Kader," Galian said.
Kader grunted in acknowledgement, and I smirked at their tense relationship. I'd known men like Elijah Kader my entire life, tough, mission-focused, and rarely displaying emotion. Despite Galian's insistence that Kader didn't like him, I could tell Kader was fond of his former charge. But I could never convince Galian of that.
"So I take it you two are the message that was getting delivered to me today? Mom could
've just told me."
"This was an unplanned visit," Kader said, turning the wheel as we came to an intersection. "Our last meeting ended up wanting twice the amount, which cleaned us out."
I felt Galian's gaze draw to me. "Well, we have plenty of money."
I didn't doubt that, but it always felt like defeat when we had to return from Rave. It was such an ordeal to get there—driving for hours at night, flying in cargo planes to Herin and Jervan, then the constant pressure of keeping one step ahead of the Raven military. When we left Kylaen airspace, I remained hopeful it would be for the last time, and we could come back with something substantial. So far, we hadn't.
Then again, all I'd seen in the past six months was the inside of safe houses.
Neither Kylae nor Rave acknowledged the existence of the super weapon that had nearly decimated Norose, and there hadn't been any mention that Bayard had stuffed me inside it. As far as the Raven media knew, I'd just disappeared, and they'd moved on to a new golden child, a fifteen-year-old pilot who'd been the only survivor of some great battle in the south, cultivated, I was sure, by Emilie Mondra.
Galian's thumb had located a tight spot between my neck and shoulder. "What else is new?" he asked.
"We'll debrief you when we get there," Kader replied.
The massage stopped. "So you guys aren't staying very long?"
"No," I said. We never did.
I stared out the window at the city of Norose. Compared to Veres, it was modern and sleek, filled with skyscrapers taller than I'd ever thought possible. They were laced with barethium, a mineral ore that strengthens metals. The smelting process released a highly toxic gas, which had been the reason the work prison in the north of the city had been so deadly. Now that Mael was closed, Kylae's barethium reserves were running low, another complication to peace. Since I'd been in Kylae, I'd seen news reports that Kylaen ministers wanted to reopen the barethium mines at Mael, but there had, luckily, been no movement toward that.
We stopped at an intersection and my gaze fell on a couple holding hands. They stood in front of a chocolate shop, the man pulling his lover closer and kissing her on the cheek as she pointed at the candy. With a shared, adoring look, they entered the shop.
When the queen of Kylae had first asked me to be her liaison, I'd been optimistic that I could find my way to the Raven rebels within a few months, and then Galian and I could be together. I'd promised him I would only try this for six months, and we'd passed that milestone a few weeks ago. Every time I thought about giving up, we'd make another inch of progress, and hope would suck me back in.
"Hey." Galian's voice brought me back to the car. "You okay?"
I released the tension between my brows. "Yeah, just thinking."
His palm rested against my cheek and I leaned into it. Unlike before, when I had been all alone in Veres and making stupid decisions by myself, now I had support. And knowing I could lean on Galian, if only for brief moments, was heartening.
"You two'd better stop that," Kader said, nodding to the looming Kernaghan castle ahead of us. Or, more specifically, the media that seemed to always be camped out there. I'd had a taste of it in Rave, but in Norose, they were relentless.
I pulled the lip of my sergeant's cap down further and stared at my lap as the flashes started. Galian disappeared from between the seats, as did the pressure of his hand against my neck, and I heard him sigh in frustration. The car moved slowly though the photographers, until we'd entered the main campus of the castle. Kader drove around to the western side, typical for Galian, as his private quarters were there. But it was also where Korina staffed her own people, who would be less likely to ask questions of Kader and me.
Kader was quicker than I, and opened Galian's door before I could. His look was clear—no more risk-taking until we reached the safety of Korina's private study. I kept my head down as a junior non-commissioned officer would, and followed Galian and Kader inside the castle.
TWO
Galian
The moment Kader shut the door to my mother's study, I wrapped my fingers around Theo's, as it was all the physical contact I was going to get. There would be no privacy for us—not with my brother Rhys and Sayuri Johar waiting for us already. Johar was one of Kader's old Special Operations buddies, and in his absence, she'd been assigned to ferry me to and from work and around town. Cut from the same tall, muscular, angry mold as Kader, Johar didn't seem to think more of me than Kader.
Rhys offered a bright smile to Theo, who returned it a bit sheepishly. I'd never known her to be shy of anything, but she'd also spilled her guts to him when she thought she was about to die in a Raven bomb. She wouldn't even tell me what she'd told him, and Rhys was happy enough to dangle that bit of information over me every chance he got.
Instead of joining him and Johar, I led Theo over to one of the antique couches and plopped down, pulling her close to me. She pressed her head into the crook of my neck and I squirmed at the feel of the thick cream on her skin.
"So how long are you actually here?" I asked.
"We're going back to Kader's tonight then grabbing a flight," she whispered, looking very pained to admit as much. "Just need more...money."
"Why does it bother you so much to ask for it?"
She pushed herself out of my arms and frowned. "Because it seems like all we do is give it away and hope they'll reward us for it someday. Meanwhile, life is going on and..."
She didn't say it, but I knew she was worried about keeping our relationship on hold. We both agreed she'd only attempt this new strategy for six months and then we'd be together, but that milestone had come and gone. She hadn't mentioned it, and neither had I, as I'd known that she couldn't walk away, if there was even the ghost of a chance at peace. That was who she was, and I loved her for it, even if it killed me to say goodbye to her.
"I mean, it's not that exciting back here either," I said, hamming it up a bit to make her smile. "Now that Maitland is back, I'm working just day shifts, but at the end of the day, I'm smelly and tired. I wouldn't even be awake enough to go down on you—
"Amichai!" She gasped, glancing around at the others in the room. If they'd heard my suggestive comment, they had the good grace to ignore it. Theo elbowed me roughly. "Asshole."
"I'm just trying to tell you that you aren't missing much."
"I'm missing you."
I had no good response to that, especially as her eyes grew sad. Her wig had gone askew, so I pulled it off, her black hair seeming darker against her made-up skin. It was balled into a bun, which hung sadly against the back of her head. I wanted to run my hands through her hair, but resisted the urge.
"I'm frustrated, amichai. All I do is sit in basements while Kader goes out to do all the work. Why am I even going over there if I'm not doing anything?"
I debated whether reminding her that staying was an option, but my mother strode into the room, a tense but pleasant look on her face. She paused by Kader, taking his hand and murmuring to him, most likely conveying her relief that he'd come back unharmed, then turned to Theo and me. Theo stiffened under her gaze, but my mother's look was all warmth and love for the two of us.
"Welcome back, Theo," she said, sitting daintily on the chair across from us. Kader, Johar, and Rhys joined us, with Rhys taking the spot next to Theo, and Johar and Kader standing behind us, mirrored looks of stoicism on their faces.
"I know we have lots to discuss," Mom started, glancing around. "But I'd like to hear from Rhys first. What news from Duran?"
"It's a mess," Rhys said. "Where do you want me to start? Father won't send aid, Collins won't meet with me, and meanwhile, our people are still living in squalor."
Mom's mouth twitched, but she remained passive. "Start with your father, please."
"Here's the facts as we know them: the city of Duran is still recovering from the tidal wave, but Father's decided they've had enough aid. This is, in case you missed it, thanks to Collins reaching out to Jervan to renegotiate their trade agreeme
nt, which was expressly against His Majesty's wishes to restrict all contact with the Herinese and Jervanians, who caused the damned tidal wave in the first place. And so Father's cut off aid to rebuild Duran."
This was all old news to me, but Theo's shocked face told me none of this news had made its way to Rave yet. "And why do the people in Duran suffer because of what Collins did?" she asked.
"Because Collins' company invested heavily in the city," Mom replied. "Most who live there work for him, and most of the aid would go toward helping Collins rebuild the infrastructure that was destroyed in the wave."
Theo nodded and looked a little uncomfortable. "And why do we care about Collins?"
"Because Silas Collins was also in negotiations with the barethium processors," Rhys said. "Our plan was to spur their mutual investment in each other, and move the Kylaen economy away from needing barethium and more into shipbuilding. Now, Collins won't even take my calls, let alone meet with anyone we want him to."
"And without Collins, the miners are becoming anxious. We're getting word the barethium miners are putting pressure on Grieg to reopen Mael," Johar said.
Theo sat up straight, her wild eyes landing on me for reassurance. "He wouldn't, would he?"
"Given enough pressure from the right people, he might," Mom said heavily. "But we're not going to let that happen, Theo."
Theo sat back, but didn't look placated.
"So, let's think about this for a moment," Mom said, placing her hands on her knees. "We need to talk to Silas Collins, but our usual lines of communication are down, correct?"
"Correct," Rhys replied.
My mother's gaze floated toward me, and a smile crept up on her face. "Then we'll try a new line. Gally, darling, you've got a preexisting relationship with Collins' vice president of operations, don't you?"
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