Time to play intervention, or be ready to if necessary. Derrick walked with a platter of wine goblets out where the boys were hanging out. The weapons ring. A large dusty area with places to work alone or in small groups, it was easy to see that the boys were sizing each other up. Stan was posing with a blade. The lose-tongued one was bragging about his gambling skills. The prince was drinking it all in.

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Seeing someone was a relief. A relief that was short-lived. It was one that belonged to the royal family. One of their men. Now she wondered if it would be better to let the wolf eat her and be done. He could arrange all sorts of interrogation techniques. If he suspected. He might not. But why was he here unless he did. She bit her lip and strangled a sob, her back firmly pressed up against the bridge.