“Hello?”

In the wake of the panted word, silence smothers the line.

“Lucy?” The voice is deep and soft. Male.

“Who is this?” I ask sharply.

“Liam. Of Gael,” he adds after a silence.

Heat starts in my head and spreads all through my body. “Liam?”

“Were you sleeping?”

“In bed,” I clutch the phone, “but not sleeping.”

Oh my fucking hell, does he somehow KNOW? I feel dizzy as I push myself up on my elbow, blinking in the darkness of my room.

“It’s late, yeah?”

His accent. It’s so fucking sexy. Not exactly Scottish, but there’s a lilt of that with some words. Soaking up the sound of it snaps me out of my panic—at least a little.

“How late is it where you are?” I manage in a fairly normal tone.

I hear his smile when he says, “Early.” There’s another pause, after which he says, “I need tell you something, Lucy.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” His voice is low and dark: almost a whisper. “Are you alone?”

My chest tightens. “Why?”

“I want to tell you something,” he says in a soft, rough voice.

“Tell me.”

I hear him exhale. “I did something…impulsively. Something that I had to do. I wanted to. But I’m worried now…it’s brought you trouble.”

“What do you mean?” My heart pounds, even though I know exactly what he will say next.

“I assaulted Parsons. Jumped him. On the beach…after— That’s where I went that night.”

His voice is low and gentle, as if he’s telling me he cares for me, not that he nearly killed my ex.

“Why?” A whisper. It’s been on my mind for weeks now. Why would he do that?

“Because he deserved it.”

So he knows what happened. Some of it, at least. I wrap my arm around my stomach. “How do you know?”

“That part’s not important.”

“It was private.” I don’t mean to say those words, they just roll out. Because I’m embarrassed. I’m ashamed. A part of me is angry that he knows. Angry at Bryce. Angry at me. I’m still angry it happened at all.

“Safe with me,” he murmurs. “What I hate is that he thinks you told me. And for that I’m sorry.”

I’m not sure what to say back. It’s true Bryce has to think I told Prince Liam what happened.

“I still— I don’t know. I just don’t understand…why. Do you like to fight or something?”

“All men like to fight, Lucy. I only do it when I have to.”

“And…with this?”

“I heard that he was there, at Dec’s.”

He asked around. That’s what he’s not saying. Prince Liam asked someone what happened between Bryce and me. And after that, “I couldn’t not,” he says. “And Lucy? I wasn’t alone. Sometimes violence is just.”

“Spoken like a true royal,” I blurt, then laugh, because I didn’t mean to say that. My big mouth got ahead of me.

I hear him chuckle. “Maybe. Men have been avenging beautiful women for millennia.”

I can’t find anything to say to that. My throat is tight and full. I rub my lips together.

“Let me know if you need anything, Lucy. I can be there in eight hours. I can have you here in that same time.”

My stomach flutters at his words, at the sincerity behind them. It makes me feel unmasked. Exposed somehow.

“You don’t need to feel responsible for this.” I chew my lip and squeeze my eyes shut.

“I’m glad I did what I did. It’s mine to be responsible for.”

Again, I don’t know how to feel or what to think. The way he acts—like he’s…invested. Like he cares. It’s hard for me to comprehend. It’s overwhelming. Nice. But it makes me want to keep my distance.

Silence fills the line.

“Lucy?” he murmurs.

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to come to Gael?”

“Why?” I choke.

“Why not?”

My eyes shut. “It’s across the ocean?”

Compared to my high, shaky voice, his sounds extra low when he asks, “Are you afraid of flying?”

“No. Not really.”

“Are you afraid of me?” I think I hear a smile in his voice.

“Maybe.” I flip my hair off my hot neck. “I think your harem is full enough without another woman.”

“There’s no one here but me.” There’s something strange about the way he says it. So I almost believe him. Then I imagine him with that girl atop him in the Instagram photo, rubbing his shoulders while she rocks herself against him.

He’s nice—yes. He’s charming. Swoony, even. But he’s Prince Liam. He’s a playboy.

“Thank you, Liam. I’m okay here, though.” For now at least. Someday soon, I’ll have to tell him my secret. But not now.

“The offer stands. Escape and entertainment.”

“Thank you.” My gut clenches.

“Goodnight, Lucy.”

“Goodnight, Liam.”