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"We've had enough of your ill-treating the mademoiselle and stealing the master's belongings and we want you gone," Vitale declared in a moderately even voice. "You've no right to stay on here."

He almost answered, "Might makes right," and slammed the door. Instead, he asked, "Does she know you're doing this? Did she put you up to it?"

"Of course not! She warned everyone to stay clear of you, fearing what you would do."

Did she think he would hurt the people here? Did she fear him? Is that why she'd avoided him when they were alone in the house? He'd kind of thought of the last few days as a game they played. "Vitale, if you leave now, we'll no' hurt you. You know you canna fight us."

"We might not be able to, but we'll gather more and then you'll be sorry."

Liam piped in over Court's shoulder, "We're all aquiver."

Court gave him a look that made him skulk from the foyer. When Vitale opened his mouth to say more, Court's patience wore thin. "Vitale, doona make me kill you." Seeing the old man's eyes fill with dread, he felt like the bully he was. For the first time in many years, the feeling grated.

As he was shutting the door, Vitale cursed him in a diatribe of French. Court narrowed his eyes. His French was not as strong as it could be, but he thought Vitale had said…le mariage.

The wedding?

"Lady Annalia," Pascal said in a deep voice. "Welcome to my home." The room's lantern light reflected off his shining medals and his thick, dark hair.

He walked toward her with his perfectly manicured hands outstretched to grasp hers. He was so debonair, his heart-stopping smile so engaging, she raised them to him, until she remembered this man was a murderer and abruptly dropped them.

He took them anyway, though she turned her face away, recoiling.

"My dear, Annalia." He rudely called her by her first name as though their engagement had lasted more than one week and wasn't born of coercion.

"Pascal." Her tone was scathing.

He drew back, releasing her hands to scrutinize her. "I didn't think you could be as lovely as they've said, but you are."

She stared at the ceiling and he tsk-tsked. "Won't say thank you? Now where are your famed manners?"

"Famed?"

"Quite. All the Andorrans love to whisper about the royal concealed in their midst. How else do you think I found out about you?"

She gave him a blase look.

"They say other things about your simmering Castilian blood," he murmured, drawing closer. "I can hardly wait to get to the bottom of the rumors."

"My manners?" she hastily asked. "Is that why you chose me?"

He moved to a polite distance, but gave her a look that let her know he was patronizing her. "No, I will wed you because marrying the daughter of the oldest family in the land is strategic."

"Why all this trouble for tiny Andorra? I can understand why someone like you would set your sights so low, but why not Monaco?" She tapped her cheek. "Isn't the Vatican a country?"

He chuckled. She hadn't meant to entertain him—she'd meant to make a point.

Taking a seat behind his desk, he motioned for her to sit as well. She didn't. He motioned more sharply, and something unsettling flashed in his eyes.

Gritting her teeth, she sat. "You want Spain, don't you? Those are the rumors."

"Yes. After I've solidified my place here."

She gave a sharp scoffing sound. "How original. What would you be? The sixth general du jour to try in the last two decades?"

He laughed again, seemingly delighted with her, and the smoothness of the sound grated on her nerves. "I'd be the sixth general to succeed in the last fifteen years. But unlike my predecessors, I will have something that the others didn't." He stood to approach once again, then touched her face, and she knew every fear she'd had about him was true.

The queen and her general weren't good rulers, but they had to be better than Pascal. If she could get a message to Aleix, he could warn the outside. "You said in your letter that you would free my brother and his men as soon as we marry. How can I trust you to keep your word?"

"Because my first priority will be your happiness," he said so suavely.

She raised her hand to stop him. "I've agreed to this charade, but I refuse to pretend when it's only you and I."

He inclined his head. "Very well. Llorente will be my supporter. He's descended from kings—he'll be a worthy enticement in the eyes of the people."

"Never."

"Just as you would never agree to marry me?" He smiled down at her. "I've found that all it takes is the right incentive to make anyone do as I wish." When he touched her lip with a too-soft finger, she cringed. "Now there's a dress laid out for you in your room. Go upstairs and get ready for a dinner tonight. We are having guests."

Ordered. Another cretin was ordering her. She rose and regarded him with all the arrogance bred into her, then turned to leave.

"And Annalia?" She froze, shoulders tensing. "Any servant found helping you communicate with your brother will be publicly eviscerated."

She turned back to him, lips parted, aghast. His seemingly genuine smile was still in place, his expression earnest. His broad shoulders filled out his uniform and his medals were colorful and proud. Her future husband was perfect.

A perfect monster.

Well into the night, Aleixandre Mateo Llorente pounded on his cell door, yelling until his throat—and the bottoms of his fists—were raw. Today Pascal had notified him that they would be brothers.

Annalia was going to wed a killer thinking to save him, but Aleix knew he would never leave this windowless, dank room alive.

He also knew nothing would prevent her from going through with it, and that conviction ate at his gut. The marriage would only damn them both. How he wished for one minute with her—to convince her that she was no martyr, especially for such a lost cause, to shake some sense into her. "God damn you all," he bellowed. "Open this door."

And then someone…did, but the shock of light blinded him after so many days of darkness. When his eyes painfully adjusted, he found a young woman there with her hair free and clad in nothing but a gauzy nightgown. His breath whistled in. She was beautiful, even with her eyes heavy lidded as if she were still half asleep. And even with the gun she had trained on him.

"If you don't shut your mouth," she snapped. "I'll kill you myself."

This he never expected. "I apologize if my wish for freedom—and my wish not to die—have disturbed your sleep."

She shrugged. "I reside directly above you. You must cease knocking on the door."

"Who are you?"

She frowned. "What purpose would it serve to tell you?"

"A dying man's last wish?"

She shrugged again. "I am Olivia."

She couldn't be his daughter. "Olivia Pascal?" he asked in a low tone.

Her chin went up either proudly or defensively. "Si."

"I should take your threat more seriously then. If your blood is any indication, you are capable of any atrocity."

Her smile was a cruel curve of her lips. "Very capable. I'm also capable of whistling for the guards to beat you again just on a whim."

In a heartbeat he started for her. She took one step back, but coolly cocked the hammer, her hand steady. "Don't be a fool." Her voice was hard, her face like marble. "I'll do it just so I sleep better."

Assured she would, he moved to lean against the wall, arms crossed. "I've never heard of that. Someone who sleeps better at night because they killed someone."

"Who said killed? I only have permission to maim you until your sister is wed." She began closing the door. "But I promise to wish them well for you."

Court's hand shot out to wrench Vitale through the doorway. "What did you say?" he demanded as he slammed the door behind him.

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