The library was more crowded than usual. I had to hunt for a space in my favorite corner. I was a creature of habit. I liked to sit in the same area. I frowned when I saw a guy with shaggy blond hair, taking up two seats at once.

I took the table next to his, casting nasty stares in his direction. I’d never seen him here before. I cracked my laptop, skimming for where I left off two days ago.

It seemed as if every time I rounded a corner of research, it only uncovered more roads for me to cover. That was my problem now. I was at a crossroads. The only way to move in one direction was if I received permission from the Literary Institute in London to examine one of the rare collections they housed. I had other options, but I knew I wouldn’t be as satisfied if I took the short cut route.

I opened the application for the London Institute and began to fill in the blanks. They were selective about who they let in to review the texts. I crossed my fingers when I hit send that I’d be one of the lucky ones.

“Holy shit,” The blond guy next to me whispered.

I looked up in time to see four men in dark suits walking toward our corner. There was something familiar about them. I didn’t have time to put it together.

They were in front of my table.

“Molly Washington.”

“Yes?” I eked.

“Mademoiselle, please come with us.”

I stared at them. The student on my right hadn’t picked up his jaw yet.

“Why? What’s wrong?” I looked around, searching for some kind of life line.

“Come with us,” he orderd.

“Who are you?” The guy finally spoke up, but I wasn’t impressed. He slouched behind his computer.

The first suit eyed him. “This is a royal concern.” His voice boomed loud enough to silence any further interference. The quiet library was suddenly like a graveyard. Everyone gawked at me.

I pulled my shoulders back. He couldn’t be serious. I was being summoned.

“What does he want?” I whispered.

“Matters of his majesty aren’t discussed in open forums. Come.” He motioned to me to follow.

I didn’t like it. I didn’t like being summoned without a reason. I didn’t like that I hadn’t heard from Damon.

I leaned forward. “No,” I whispered. “You can tell his majesty to call me if he’d like to speak to me.” I glanced at my screen and pretended to ignore them.

I was smug. A little too smug. Proud that I had fended off the royal guard. But within seconds they had closed in around me, each one pulling under my arms and lifting me from the chair.

“Hey!” I yelped. I kicked my legs. “Put me down.”

They didn’t speak, but continued to carry me through the maze of tables and rows of books.

“You can’t just take me like this,” I hissed. I looked around for a librarian or someone to stand in there, but the crowd watched in awe.

I wiggled fruitlessly while they placed me in the back of a car with the royal crest on the door. I tried the handle but it was locked and there was no way out. I beat on the glass.

This was insane.

“Let me out of this car.” It sounded more like a whine and less like an ultimatum. I jerked on the handle again. The engine started and we pulled away from the library. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

We drove outside of the city and along the steep highway, curling around the low mountainside, until I had a full view of the palace.

I glared at the mass of stone and windows that had stood on these grounds for centuries. Galonians loved their palace. It symbolized the richness of the monarchy. It showcased the majesty of the land. The architecture set the tone for the city of Freychon. There were touches of the palace throughout the city. It may be in an archway above a shop door, or a column at one of the government buildings, but this palace was the centerpiece of the land.

Right now, it felt like I was being dragged to prison.

We rolled through the private tunnel and the car stopped at the back entrance. The door opened and I scowled at the officer who had taken me from the library.

“Please follow me.” He extended his hand.

“And if I don’t?” I challenged.

“You will be escorted by force,” he stated. There was no change in his voice or expression. I wondered how many people he bullied around like this.

“I will walk.” I scooted to the edge of the seat and stood outside the door. The same one that only two days ago I had walked through in a trance.

Maybe it had been a spell. I was caught up in the magic of the king. Stunned by The Titan’s gala. Overwhelmed by the sovereign.

Inside the elevator I remembered the kiss. The one that had made me breathless. The way my body responded and melted into his.

The doors opened and the officer waved my forward.

“You will wait here.”

I looked around. The residence was empty.

“For how long?” I questioned.

“Until his majesty is here.”

“And how long will that take?” I crossed my arms.

“Wait here.” He pressed the elevator button.

The doors closed and I was alone in the king’s apartment.