A knock at the door saved James from having to reply to Justine’s question. He had no answer, and gratefully fled the balcony and her to meet the servant at the door, who said, “Lord Val’Myren is here. Will you receive him?”
James turned, searching out Justine, knowing she probably did*’t want to be found by her father here. She stood half-hidden, curled around the doorway to his bedroom, and her eyes were wide with terror. Gray would delight in finding her here. She took a shaky breath.
“He knows I’m here,” she said. “He always knows. If you refuse him, I’m sure you can guess what kind of reasons he can invent for you not wanting to be disturbed. Let him in, I’ll go.” Her shoulders hunched, bracing for the impact.
James nodded to the servant and turned back to Justine. “You don’t have to run from him. You don’t have to go.”
“I can’t be around him.”
At that moment, Gray swept into the room, and his eyes immediately sought Justine and found her in the shadows. She went rigid and avoided his gaze, inspecting the carpet on the floor instead. Gray smirked triumphantly and said, “Imagine finding you here, daughter. In the Prince’s bedroom, no less.”
“We were out on the balcony,” she stammered.
“How romantic!”
“Did you want something, Gray, or did you just come here to annoy me?” James folded his arms and squared up against Gray, in front of Justine. She edged around him and bolted for the door, but her father’s hand snapped out and grabbed her, holding her back.
“Stay, Justine,” he commanded harshly.
“Let go of me!” she struggled, but he held firm.
“I think you’ll want to hear this.”
“Do you have news?” James asked, and Justine stopped fighting instantly, waiting tensely, chest heaving, for the answer.
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