Page 5 of Royally Romanov
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He should feel encouraged. But he couldn’t help wishing he’d learned something... anything... about the girl.
Tomorrow, he promised himself. If not tomorrow, the day after.Soon.
The throb in his head grew too insistent to ignore. He needed sleep. Maybe when he woke up his life would make more sense. It could happen, right?
He opened the journal to stick the card back inside. But his hands shook with pain, and the book slipped from his grasp. It landed on the tray with a thud and flipped open to the final page. Unlike the other pages, which contained lines upon lines of handwritten notes, this one contained only a single sentence. Four words.
Maxim stared in disbelief.
Je suis Maxim Romanov.
I am Maxim Romanov.
