?Chapter 0105


    We waited a bit longer, until the horses were rested, then we began the slow ride back to the pce.


    *Just whose pce was that?" I tried asking, hoping he might surprise me with an actual response.


    *Someday we will have established great trust between us," he said, evasive as ever.


    I sighed.


    He grinned at me. "You won''t believe me, but I''m only not telling you for your own protection. I need to look into this further before I reveal too much."


    At times like these, I wished I had my phone, or any ess to the inte, so I could just look it up. As it was, I was at the mercy of whatever information Julian wanted to share.Please check at N/?vel(D)rama.Org.


    As we neared the pce, Julian suggested we once more try to be sneaky. His phone service returned and he began to text with Brian.


    Yet, the moment we walked our horses toward the paddock, a camera crew rushed toward us as if they had been waiting for our return. Cameras pushed straight into our faces. The producers shouted out questions.


    *Prince Julian! Tell us about your secret rendezvous!"


    *Piper! Was it worth the risk, breaking the rules to see the prince?"


    "Piper, do you think what you''ve done is fair to the other -


    Julian slid his arm around my shoulders. "Come now, guys. This is no big secret. Hasn''t it been obvious that Piper is my favorite?"


    I totally froze. I''d already been blindsided by the cameras and questions, and now Julian was making up such an absurd lie?


    He shed me a wide, cocksure grin that seemed to say, y along.


    *Piper! Is that true? Are you Julian''s favorite?"


    I wasn''t a good liar. "I... guess?"


    *Don''t be so shy, sugar plum." Julian nuzzled against my cheek. It took everything I had not to rear away.


    Julian wasn''t an unattractive man, but this was too close, too much. Especially because I knew he was faking it.


    Even for Julian, he wasying it on thick. I was confused until I saw Nichs near the stables, watching us with a furious expression.


    When Julian''s hand lowered to my waist, Nichs stormed forward.


    "Tell them, sweetheart," Julian purred.


    "Uh... okay... honey..." I barely forced the words out. I supposed allowing the cameras to believe we had runaway on a romantic date was easier to exin than where we''d actually been.


    Nichs pushed through the cameras. "That''s enough. Stop filming." He covered one of the camera lens with his hand. "You''ve shot enough."


    One of the producers attempted to argue, but Nichs red him down.


    "I said, no more filming," Nichs said, voice cold as the Arctic.


    The producer backed down at once. "Yes, Your Royal Highness. Of course, sir."


    "Good." Nichs crossed his arms. "Now, leave."


    The camera crew immediately listened, and began to return toward the stables. With the cameras gone, I finally exhaled.


    *Thanks, brother," Julian said. "You arrived just in time for the save. Not that I wasn''t enjoying myself..."


    Julian grinned at me. I was distinctly aware of his closeness and the hand on my hip that had yet to move.


    Nichs slowly faced us. His sharp re shot fire at Julian''s hand on me. Julian quickly retrieved it and stepped back an inch or two.


    "Why so angry, Nichs?" Julian asked in a teasing tone. "Don''t like when someone else ys with your toys?" Now I red at Julian too. "I am no toy."


    Julian brought both hands up. "Apologies, Piper." He didn''t say more.


    "Piper," Nichs said. "Elva is in the gardens with Susie and Mark."


    I was eager to see her, especially after the misery of gaining and losing my wolf. Only a hug from my daughter would truly help me heal.


    "Go on ahead. I''ll take your horse." Nichs held out his hand, epting the reins. "If you don''t mind, I need to have a word or two with my brother."


    I thanked him and started walking away. As I looked back over my shoulder, the two brothers stared at each other. Nichs glowered. Julian smirked.


    "You are so obvious, brother..." Julian began.


    Too soon, I was out of earshot to hear more.