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grimaced. “I hope they’re as good as their American counterparts.”
    “Better,” assured the prince with a confidence Rob wasn’t feeling himself. “They’ll swat these guys like flies.”
    Rob would have laughed if the situation hadn’t been so dire. He glanced nervously at the door, where the leader of the outfit had disappeared along with four of his men. They were going after his sister, and his blood was boiling when he thought what they might do to her. SWAT or no SWAT, if this lasted much longer, he would take matters into his own hands, whether his brothers liked it or not. The Petrovs had never been known to go down without a fight, and they wouldn’t do so now, especially not when they were after one of their own.
    He scooted back to his brothers, and announced, “Rudolph over there says the panic room can’t be breached.”
    “Let’s hope he’s right,” muttered Mike.
    Rob looked up in surprise. “You of all people should know. Aren’t you supposed to be the security guy for this place?”
    “Training’s just begun, buddy. There’s still a lot I don’t know.”
    “Great,” grunted Rob. “Oh, and you better brace for impact.”
    “Oh? And why is that?”
    “French SWAT is arriving on the scene any minute now, and Prince Charming seems convinced they’ll swat these assholes like flies the minute they come barging in.”
    “Stalin would have squashed them like bugs,” grumbled Dad.
    “Sure he would, Dad,” sighed Erik. “Sure he would.”
    “He would have kicked the living daylights out of those fuckers,” Dad continued, oblivious of the eyerolls his statements were provoking in his offspring.
    Rob gritted his teeth. There was little more they could do now than sit here and glare at their attackers. Perhaps the others were right, he thought. If they attacked now, the terrorists might retaliate by spilling innocent blood. Better keep his cool and bide his time. He just hoped Diana would be safe.

CHAPTER 7

    Diana eyed the monitor intently. A couple of the men were heading down the corridor, she saw. Jack had seen it too. “Someone shot his mouth off,” he grumbled.
    She looked up, tension gripping her. “Can they get in?”
    “No fucking way,” Jack said with reassuring certainty. “This room was built to withstand a direct hit by light aircraft. No way can they get inside.”
    “What about oxygen supply?”
    He grinned. “Very astute.” Then he turned serious again. “Not a chance. We have our own air supply and filter system to keep out poison gases.”
    “What if they cut the power?”
    He shook his head. “This entire place runs on a battery the size of a Volvo.”
    “Can they access the air duct?”
    “They’d need the blueprints and those are classified. This is still a royal palace. Security is extremely tight.”
    “And still they managed to get inside.”
    His lips tightened. This might be a royal palace, it was also Jack’s home, and like any homeowner he hated trespassers. “They can’t breach this room. Trust me on that.”
    She wondered what had happened to the security guards. They’d probably been subdued when the men breached the palace. She just hoped they hadn’t been harmed—or killed.
    “Is there a way to communicate with the attackers?” she wanted to know.
    He gave her a fierce glance. “No way are you talking to these assholes, Diana.”
    “Look,” she stated calmly, “if it’s true that they have no way of getting to us, we might just as well talk to them. Find out what it is they want from me.”
    He considered this for a moment, then shook his head. “Too risky. Once they know you’re in here, there’s no telling what they’ll do.”
    “But you said—”
    “I know what I said, but I won’t take that chance. Not when your life is on the line. No way, no how, honey.”
    She glared at him. God! The man was so damn sure of himself! But she had to admit this protective streak in him seriously turned her on. Except for her