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He's a prince. She a servant. With his Coming of Age Ball fast approaching, Kade has to figure out a way to choose his little servant girl as his mate without upsetting the apple cart of semi-snooty royals at the palace.
"Kade? What's going on? Why the brusque note? Is everything okay?"
"I'm not sure," he replied, his voice measured and almost cold. "Maybe you can tell me."
Meredith moved out from the small alcove in the back and looked over the railing at Kade. His eyes seemed dark, none of the sea-green sparkle left in them. They were a deep amber, glinting in the dim light of the afternoon sun streaking through the windows.
"What?" Meredith was perplexed. Kade was flowers and hearts, not this reticent and stern figure before her. She moved to the stairs and made her way down to see him properly. Maybe she was wrong.
But no. The heat of his glare on her was still there, masking something underneath. She struggled to place it-that noun. Anger? Rage? No...that was all wrong. Quickly, she filtered through every emotion until she landed on one that seemed right.Hurt. That was what was hidden deep in his eyes. At least, she thought so.
"The boy I gave the note to," Kade began. "Who is he?"