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Prince Bertrand knew Lady Micah Erembour. She wore men’s clothes and struck from the shadows. She was an Erembour. Had been training to protect the crown since she had been old enough to hold a dagger. Was ruthless. Efficient. Loyal. And a little bit crazy. Suddenly he wanted a little crazy in his life.

Lady Micah felt good in his arms. Too good. Prince Bertrand never wanted to let her go. Not even when Hugo Aldarius and Leander Essen came to rescue him. She was an amazing dancer. Another fighting stance, she had told him as she had helped him practice. He wanted to practice a whole lot more […]

“Would you like to dance?” Prince Bertrand asked. She blinked at him. “I’ll be safer with you as a dance partner than anyone else,” he said. “And my father will eventually force me to dance.” “Of course, Your Highness.”