Page 63 of Broken Prince

“Trevor will leave us at the ball and get our bags to our rooms,” he said as he sat across from me in the car.

“Okay.” I nodded. “Where are we staying?”

“The Grand Hotel. We have rooms side by side… Is that okay?”

“Sure, yeah.” Then why did you feel a little disappointed at the idea of two rooms? I look at the black box beside him on his seat. “What is that?”

“My mask. Do you want—”

“The mask!” I gasped, touching my bare face. I’d left it on my bed along with the shawl. “Stop the car!”

Luca tapped on the closed partition window and the car stopped just as his phone started ringing.

He got it out of his pocket and I saw the name Matteo flash on the screen.

I looked out the window; we’d only just exited the iron gates.

He rejected the call. “Okay, we’ll turn around,” he said just as the phone started to ring again.

“No, just stay here and speak to him.” I jerked my head toward the phone. “I’ll have the guard drop me with the golf cart and wait for me. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”

He sighed, looking down at his phone. “Okay, be quick.” He picked up. “Pronto.”

I got out of the car and gestured to the security guard.

“I’m sorry. I forgot something in the house; could you take me back?”

“Of course, miss.”

I removed my shoes as we reached the house. “I’ll be back in a minute.” I put my shoes on the seat and ran up the stairs to my room.

I grabbed the shawl and mask and I was about to go down the stairs when I heard a creak upstairs.

I frowned and went up to the second floor as quietly as I could as apprehension and fear mixed together. I should have called security, not gone upstairs by myself, but I was worried for Dom.

I found Dom in Luca’s office going through his stuff, seemingly really well, and the disappointment I felt at his betrayal of Luca was overwhelming.

“Were you even sick?” I asked, my voice shaking with the sadness I felt.

He froze, a folder in his hand, looking at me like a deer in the headlights.

“What are you doing here? I saw you leave.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What am I doing here?” I gestured to the office. “You are betraying Luca.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “No, Cassie, I swear, I’m doing that to help Luca. I would never betray him.”

“I have to tell him.” I turned around, ready to leave.

“No, don’t, please, I beg you.” The urgency of his tone made me turn toward him again. “Cassie, you know me; you know I care—for you, forhim.”

“Dom, I can’t betray him.”

He shook his head. “Please, just until tomorrow. When you come back I’ll tell you everything, and if you still want to tell him, I won’t stop you.”

“You promise?”

He nodded. “I promise, Cassie.”

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