The Golden Swan was now bustling with noise as patrons began to swarm in, but for Derek, the world had narrowed down to the woman standing next to him and the deed in her hand. He was just about to offer her his arm to walk out of the dance establishment when a shadow fell across them.
Brooke, the silent, dark-clad aide of the Crown Prince, stepped into their path. He didn't look at Marissa. He looked only at Derek.
"Your Grace," Brooke said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. He bowed stiffly. "His Highness, Crown Prince Liam, requests your presence. Immediately."
Derek's smile didn't fade, but his eyes hardened instantly. He felt the cold trap snapping shut. He had been having too much fun. He had let his guard down.
He turned to Marissa. He kept his voice light, but his eyes sent her a warning.
"It seems my cousin wants a chat," Derek said with a casual shrug. "Family obligations. Go home, Marissa. Ian will escort you. I will pick you up when I am done."
