Now his skin felt like it burned off his body. He glared at her. “That’s not your business.”
Chelsea hugged her waist. “Look, we don’t get along, but she’s always been a sucker for happy endings and true love. It’s why she helped all the princes here.” She waved into the room with a huge table that had computer images shining on it while the princes spoke more about treaties. She put her hand down and said, “She was even telling me she found my true love. She won’t be happy unless you love her.”
This conversation was for Cassidy to bring up but even his hair prickled. He told everyone, “Her safety matters first.”
Babik handed him back his phone. “Your phone is programmed, Lord Sky. Prince Marco is going with you.”
“I’m on my way,” Remy stared at the blue dot on his screen.
Chelsea grabbed his arm as he walked past. “What’s going to happen to me? I didn’t know that Lucinda planned to kidnap my sister.”
He took his arm back. Her words about Cassidy hovered in his mind—she did believe in love, but he couldn’t make false promises. He stared at the other princes in the room. “I’ll let the palace, and then Grannie, decide.” He stepped away from the ladies.
Gigi then called out to him. “Remy, wait.”
“Yes?” He held his grandma’s hands and released a deep breath. She’d been dying, and now Cassidy was gone. He couldn’t lose either of them.
Her hands trembled. “Bring my Cassidy back to me.”
Yes, Grannie loved them both. He hugged her. “Grannie, you’re my pillar of strength. But rest now.”
“I’ll take care of all the other details for you. Cassidy is going to want another wedding, and you need to think about what Chelsea told you.” His grandmother spoke so only he could hear.
He shook his head. “I don’t care what Chelsea said—Cassidy and I have a deal.”
Grannie walked with him to the door and kept her voice low. “You should. She’s her sister and for better or worse, she’s right. Cassidy believes in love and so do I.”
Cassidy had always been part of his family, part of his life. And yes, they were right that she had a soft heart. He patted her arm. “I have to get her back, Grannie.” At the exit, he turned around and met one of the prince’s stares. “Your Highness, can you make sure that Gigi gets in her limo to go home?”
Antonio nodded. “It will be my pleasure. Keep us posted. We’re going through the embassies to ensure our police can arrest Lucinda for kidnapping. Marco knows how to handle foreign governments, which is why he’s going with you, but our issue is that Lucinda’s not an Avcean, so the laws are different.”
His heart sped fast. It was time to go, but he nodded his acceptance of the situation. “I don’t care about any of that. I just want Cassidy home.”
“We’re with you on that one.” Antonio gave him a salute.
Prince Marco joined him at the door. “Let’s go.”
A royal limo waited for them outside to take them to the airport. While it was good that his government cared about finding Cassidy, he needed to wrap his arms around her and hold her so she never left his side again.
He’d do whatever it took to ensure her safety. Lucinda was clearly even more of a mistake than he’d realized. His own vanity had caused Cassidy’s pain and it was time for him to change his own priorities.
Chapter 15
From a sitting position in the backseat of a vehicle with smooth leather seats, Cassidy tried to rub her forehead—her arms were too heavy and she heard the clink of metal. She cautiously opened her eyes and saw the handcuffs around her wrists.
She blinked at the fast-moving trees beyond the car’s window—was she moving? Cassidy didn’t recognize the black leather interior of the vehicle—an SUV. The same one that had plowed into her limo? “Where am I?”
The driver coughed and Cassidy stared at the blonde, blue-eyed woman in the driver’s rearview mirror. Lucinda. Instantly the crash replayed in her mind. Lucinda had won. She must have stopped the wedding.
The model’s pretty face wore a snarl no magazine would print. “Nice, at the moment, but that’s just for the night.”
This didn’t make sense. Lucinda could have any man she set her sights on. She didn’t need Remy. As a supermodel, she was so beautiful that any noble or rich man would want her. She had more options than Cassidy might even imagine. She leaned forward and saw her cell phone between the front seats. “Lucinda, taking me out of Avce won’t win Remy back.”
She laughed but stayed focused on the road. “He must marry within weeks. If you’re no longer the safe bet, then he’ll return to me. He doesn’t have many choices.”
Cassidy’s handcuffs rattled, so she kept them as still as possible, but her gaze returned to the phone that fell between the seats. If she had a way to reach Remy, he’d get her out of this. “This isn’t how to find a husband. Look, I’m good at matchmaking. I found the royals their brides, the Duke of Oakley his bride—give me a computer and five minutes and I can find out who your true love is.”
A scoff echoed through the car as Cassidy kicked her foot forward and tried to drag the phone backwards. “True love is a joke for people like you.”
