He shrugged. “Few weeks. We need to camp out until the borders quiet down and we can get out.”
“A few weeks….” she repeated faintly, horror in her voice.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, reaching out to take her hand and tugging until she was standing between his spread legs. “You’ll love camping with me.”
“Camping!” she shrieked. She yanked her hand from his and stepped away from him. “Nope, no, no, not happening. I do not camp.” She began pacing the tent, her hands in angry fists on her hips. “You need to take me back to the palace until you come up with a better plan.”
Keane stood, his full height extremely intimidating in such a small space. Especially when he took a step toward her, covering the distance between them in one stride. He pulled her against his body and gripped her face, tilting her chin so she had no choice but to look at him.
His face was drawn in granite lines, serious and deadly. He looked like the second-in-command mercenary she knew him to be. She’d never seen this look directed at her though and it shook her to the core.
“You’re with me now, Princess. You won’t be going anywhere.”