Noah pressed his back into the door of the villa, his fingers fumbling to make sure the lock had engaged. He wouldn’t put it past Katya to come barging in without knocking, as she’d done it twice on this tour already.
His head pounded with thoughts of Zara and what she must think of him. He had to figure out how to get in touch with her. He knew what he needed to do; he just didn’t want to ask his mother for Zara’s phone number during the tour. He didn’t want to jeopardize his chances of getting permission to leave his country for good.
At the same time, he wondered why he needed permission at all. He’d been gone for several months before, and why couldn’t he just relocate and return to Triguard for visits? But he knew that princes didn’t always get what they wanted, especially those who
