not sulking, as you think. He is not hiding. He is not shirking his duties as your
groom. And more—"
"What? There's more? What?"
"He would never abandon the queen," she said quietly. "No matter how silly he thought
the wedding rituals. Someone has him. Or someone has killed him.”
"What—what are we going to do?"
I heard a thud and realized that Tina, from eighty zillion miles away, had punched a wall.
"I. Will do. Nothing!" Another thud. She was pounding the wall like Rocky Balboa
worked a punching bag. "I cannot get back to you. There are riots in France , and all
flights are canceled until further notice."
"Riots?"
"Surely you saw on CNN—never mind."
"Oh, the riots! Right, right. The riots. Those pesky French riots."
She ignored my lame-ass attempt to pretend I was up on current events. "I cannot even
charter a private plane. To go by boat would take too long. I am trapped here, Majesty.
And you are alone."
"Tina, it's—" Okay , I had been about to say, a who was I kidding? Tina, one of the
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) smartest people I'd ever met, thought Sinclair was dead.Ergo , he…wasn't.
I would take refuge in my stubbornness. She was wrong, wrong, wrong and also needed a
deep conditioning treatment. I wouldn't let the panic take hold. I wouldn't. It couldn't have
me. The panic would have to find someone else to bug;I wasn't going to play ball. Sinclair
wasn't dead. Or even in danger.
Tina was wrong. This one time, in a matter that was as important to her as it was to me,
this one time she had screwed up. Who knew why? The stress of being away from home?
The hassle of going through Customs via coffin? The important thing was, she was
stressed out and jumping to conclusions. Because the alternative was totally beyond my
grasp. I couldn't imagine a world without Sinclair in it. And wasn't that silly? Two years
ago, I hadn't even known the guy existed.
"Tina, stop hitting that wall. You're going to hurt yourself."
"I did," she said dully. "I broke most of the fingers my left hand."
"Jeez, what are you punching, cement?"
"Yes."
"Well, stop. Focus on getting back."
"But the rioters—the roads are closed, or barricaded.
No one can get in or out. I cannot help you, my queen,
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) I am stuck in this place."
"Place" came out like "placcccce" because Tina hissed it as opposed to saying it like person who wasn't half crazy with guilt and grief.
More riots in France! Perfect timing. So typical of France not to consider my needs before
passing martial law.
"I know it seems tough, but they'll eventually let planes out, they've got to. For one thing,
FedEx can't get there. People need their overnight packages, Tina! They want their
Sephora and their cheese. The French people won't stand for it, trust me, the airports
won't be closed for long. Or at least get out of the country and take a plane from a country
that isn't rioting in the streets."
"That is . . . excellent advice, Majesty." I could hear the surprise in her voice, but couldn't blame her. It was weird enough Tina hadn't thought of it. Weirder that I had. It showed
how upset she real was. And how convinced she was that Sinclair was dead, how rattled
her conclusions had made her. "I will start at once. With your permission, I will not waste
your time with phone calls unless I have new to report."
"That's fine, Tina."
"And, Majesty?"
"Yeah?"
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com )
"Consider now following my advice. Do not answer the phone, do not answer the door. I
doubt whoever ki—"
"Don't say it!"
"—I doubt whoever detained His Majesty will U content only with him."
"That's better. Detained. Yep, that's the word of the day, all right. Listen, be careful."
"You took
groom. And more—"
"What? There's more? What?"
"He would never abandon the queen," she said quietly. "No matter how silly he thought
the wedding rituals. Someone has him. Or someone has killed him.”
"What—what are we going to do?"
I heard a thud and realized that Tina, from eighty zillion miles away, had punched a wall.
"I. Will do. Nothing!" Another thud. She was pounding the wall like Rocky Balboa
worked a punching bag. "I cannot get back to you. There are riots in France , and all
flights are canceled until further notice."
"Riots?"
"Surely you saw on CNN—never mind."
"Oh, the riots! Right, right. The riots. Those pesky French riots."
She ignored my lame-ass attempt to pretend I was up on current events. "I cannot even
charter a private plane. To go by boat would take too long. I am trapped here, Majesty.
And you are alone."
"Tina, it's—" Okay , I had been about to say, a who was I kidding? Tina, one of the
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) smartest people I'd ever met, thought Sinclair was dead.Ergo , he…wasn't.
I would take refuge in my stubbornness. She was wrong, wrong, wrong and also needed a
deep conditioning treatment. I wouldn't let the panic take hold. I wouldn't. It couldn't have
me. The panic would have to find someone else to bug;I wasn't going to play ball. Sinclair
wasn't dead. Or even in danger.
Tina was wrong. This one time, in a matter that was as important to her as it was to me,
this one time she had screwed up. Who knew why? The stress of being away from home?
The hassle of going through Customs via coffin? The important thing was, she was
stressed out and jumping to conclusions. Because the alternative was totally beyond my
grasp. I couldn't imagine a world without Sinclair in it. And wasn't that silly? Two years
ago, I hadn't even known the guy existed.
"Tina, stop hitting that wall. You're going to hurt yourself."
"I did," she said dully. "I broke most of the fingers my left hand."
"Jeez, what are you punching, cement?"
"Yes."
"Well, stop. Focus on getting back."
"But the rioters—the roads are closed, or barricaded.
No one can get in or out. I cannot help you, my queen,
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) I am stuck in this place."
"Place" came out like "placcccce" because Tina hissed it as opposed to saying it like person who wasn't half crazy with guilt and grief.
More riots in France! Perfect timing. So typical of France not to consider my needs before
passing martial law.
"I know it seems tough, but they'll eventually let planes out, they've got to. For one thing,
FedEx can't get there. People need their overnight packages, Tina! They want their
Sephora and their cheese. The French people won't stand for it, trust me, the airports
won't be closed for long. Or at least get out of the country and take a plane from a country
that isn't rioting in the streets."
"That is . . . excellent advice, Majesty." I could hear the surprise in her voice, but couldn't blame her. It was weird enough Tina hadn't thought of it. Weirder that I had. It showed
how upset she real was. And how convinced she was that Sinclair was dead, how rattled
her conclusions had made her. "I will start at once. With your permission, I will not waste
your time with phone calls unless I have new to report."
"That's fine, Tina."
"And, Majesty?"
"Yeah?"
Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com )
"Consider now following my advice. Do not answer the phone, do not answer the door. I
doubt whoever ki—"
"Don't say it!"
"—I doubt whoever detained His Majesty will U content only with him."
"That's better. Detained. Yep, that's the word of the day, all right. Listen, be careful."
"You took
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