“Mila, bring out my suitcase and pack my things. Be fast about it.”
The confused maid looks at me. “Are you travelling with the prince my lady?”
I glare at her. “Of course not! Don’t worry. I would pack it myself. Just get me a suitcase.”
The maid scrambles to her feet. I lean against the wall, catching my breath. Tattoos? Moving eyes? Needles? f**k every other thing but needles? Oh no. I have to leave before Sia learns of my plan to escape.
The door jerks open and my plans to escape are destroyed as Sia steps into the room, face etched in fury. He knows. Goddess, he knows.
Mila curtsies once she sees him. “Good afternoon my prince.”
It’s just 11:59!
His eyes flicker to Mila. “Leave us Mila. And tell my father that we won’t be joining him for lunch.”
She curtsies again. “Should I b
