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business level, of course—she didn’t have high hopes of getting out of this mess without meeting him.
    And when she did?
    He’d find out he messed with the wrong American.
    The man who called the castle watched her closely. He talked fast into the receiver, gesturing with his hands, staring at her as if she was the crazy one.
    Whatever .
    In a situation like this, not that she’d ever been in one, it was best to just stay calm—or so she’d imagined. She sat back down and picked at her croissant, because if she didn’t try to act normal, she’d start crying. And she refused to give them, or their stupid prince, the satisfaction.
    “What are you doing?” another man asked.
    “Waiting for my ride,” she said drily. “I hope it’s a limo. Surely the prince can’t expect to illegally detain me without providing me with certain luxuries.”
    “She’s mad,” the woman whispered, stepping back.
    “No. I’m angry. And when I get in front of your precious little prince, he won’t know what hit him.”
    “Don’t you dare threaten him,” growled the man who had been on the phone. “You’ll have me to answer to.”
    The lady said. “And me.”
    “And me,” said the other man to her left.
    “First of all, people, it was an expression. He shouldn’t abduct innocent women off the streets,” she simply said, her heart hitting her ribs and pounding so fast she could barely breathe.
    “Clearly, he is doing so for a reason. He’s a kind, fair, and benevolent man, who will make a fine ruler one day—long live the king.”
    “Long live the king,” the whole room echoed.
    Alicia’s jaw dropped.
    I’m in freaking Wonderland. There’s no other explanation.
    The man who’d called the palace tipped his head. “They’re here.”
    She glanced out the window, swallowing hard. Sure enough, a group of soldiers dressed in the gray suits of the royal guard approached the door. They were young men, maybe in their mid-twenties, like her, and each one was more handsome than the other. If not for the fact that they were coming to arrest her …
    “Alicia Forkes?” the man in front asked politely.
    “Yes.” She stepped forward. “Can one of you please tell me what this arrest pertains to?”
    “That’s between you and the prince.” The first soldier held his hand out. “Come with me.”
    “Do I get a choice?” she asked drily.
    The man stared at her, his hand never wavering.
    “Can you at least tell me what I’m in trouble for?”
    “I don’t know whether you’re in trouble or not,” the man said. “Maybe the prince simply wishes to speak with you.”
    “I bet you say that to all the women your prince imprisons.”
    “I’ve never detained a woman for the prince before.”
    She shrugged, not meeting the man’s eyes. “Great. I’m special. Wonderful. Maybe this is the only way he can get a girl’s attention.”
    The man laughed.
    So did the rest of the guard.
    The crowd joined in, all elbowing each other and grinning.
    After the laughter died down, the man said, smiling, “The prince has never had trouble meeting women. Follow me. Let’s get you safely to His Highness.”
    Head held high, she walked out into the daylight, not bothering to argue since it would get her nowhere. A bunch of paparazzi snapped pictures and yelled out questions, all asking her why she was being taken. Since she had no clue, she slipped into the back of a black town car without speaking. If she did, she’d scream, and shout, and show them just how angry she was at this treatment.
    But she was saving all of that for the Prince of Randovia.
    That jerk was about to find out what happened when you picked on the wrong girl.

Chapter Five
    “She’s in there?” Leo asked the head of his royal guard quietly, standing in front of the bright blue door that separated him from Alicia. His heart pounded harder than the time he’d issued a last warning to an enemy country. Entering that room might be just as dangerous to his