Page 35 of His Stolen Princess

He doesn't look like he believes me.

I rest my cheek on his chest as we fly the rest of the way home. He plays with my hair as I close my eyes for a moment.

“Lioness,” Cato calls to me. I slowly open my eyes and yawn.

“Get the door,” he tells someone before he scoops me into his arms and hops down from the helicopter.

“Cato! Put me down. You have a gunshot wound, for crying out loud. You shouldn’t be lifting me.”

“You got shot?” Santino half shouts, then smirks.

“You’ll wake her up,” Cato scolds.

“Hello. I’m already awake.” I try to wiggle to get down. It’s useless.

We enter through the back door. Carter is sitting at the counter in a hightop chair eating cookies. My heart fills with happiness when I see the chocolate smashed on his face. The kitten is wandering back and forth on the counter. Carter’s whole face lights up when he notices we’re home. When he smiles at me, I know I would kill as many Lantinos as it took to always guarantee his safety.

“Down,” I tell Cato again. This time he listens and puts me on my feet. I drop onto my knees as Carter runs over and gives me a hug. I pick him up, holding him tight. I won’t let myself cry right now.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” I look back at Cato. “Will you grab the kitten, please? I’m going to take this chocolate-covered boy up to bed.”

He scoops up the kitten for me and follows me up the stairs and into Carter’s room.

I pick out some pajamas for Carter and hand them to him. “You should go have that checked out, Cato.”

“You can’t hide behind little C all night, lioness.”

“I am—” He kisses me, cutting me off.

“You’re wounded,” I argue against his lips.

“Sweet lioness, I’d have to be dead in order for me not to be inside you tonight,” he whispers softly into my ear so only I can hear.

I suck in a breath, my whole body heating.

“I’ll be back.” He turns and strides out the door.

Carter grabs the kitten and climbs into bed. I snag a book and crawl in with him. I’m home. He’s safe. Cato is getting fixed up. I don’t think I read more than two pages before we’re both out.