felt stronger, more confident just knowing he was near, but sheâd never make the mistake of telling him that.
Damara decided that she found this seat next to him much more comfortable than the other one sheâd chosen and she stayed there, close to him in the cocoon of quiet acceptance theyâd wrought until they landed at Kansas City International.
She wasnât naive enough to think that all his rage and resentment would go away, but for now, in this moment, there was acceptance and peace. Damara had learned that it was those moments she had to choose to live in, whatever happened.
As soon as they walked up the jet bridge, they were met by a woman dressed sharply in white. âIâm Sonja White, and Iâm your PR liaison. There is a starving pack of paparazzi waiting to meet you. For now, you are to say you have no comment, but they will be invited to a press junket in Glory. Got it?â She flashed Damara a smile.
Damara decided the woman had too many teeth, like a piranha. That smile wasnât honest and, as her father would say, it wasnât going to launch any ships. Something about her put Damara off, but she nodded.
She knew what she was doing with the press. Sheâd trained for this all her life.
Sonja wasnât kidding. They were mobbed by cameras and lights, microphones shoved in their faces. When a cameraman got a little too close, Byron immediately placed himself between her and the man, the intent to do violence written plainly on his face.
Sonja had already lost control of the group.
Damara flashed her best princess smile. She crept out from behind Byron and put a hand on his chest to stay him, and he eased back.
So did the crowd, but she asked for more. âSpace please, ladies and gentlemen.â
They responded to her calm, cool manner, and she fixed each person on the front lines of the mob with her best princess smile.
When theyâd all moved to a distance she was comfortable with, she spoke again. âIâm Princess Damara Petrakis of Castallegna. I know you all have questions, but weâve been through quite an ordeal in the past few days. Of which Iâd be happy to tell you all about at the press junket in Glory, Kansas. You can get details from our PR liaison, Sonja White.â
âIs it true youâre fleeing an arranged marriage to a Russian gangster?â a voice asked.
âPlease, as I said, weâll take all of your questions after weâve had a chance to rest.â She leaned back against Byron, and his arms came around her so easily, so naturally, sheâd swear it was a habit born of years rather than hours.
They cut a path through the crowd, leaving Sonja to deal with the mess.
âYou handled that very well,â he told her.
Damara was getting to where she liked praise from him better than chocolate. That simply wasnât to be tolerated because she knew it wouldnât last. This arrangement wasnât permanent, and she had a feeling that before all of this was over, heâd hate her.
âThank you.â
âThereâs our car.â He pointed at a black car.
âHow do you know?â
âGovernment plates.â He indicated the tags on the back.
The door opened for them, and Byron made sure she was secured before he got into the car. Just like her other bodyguards.
Exhaustion and relief swept over her. She hadnât realized how tired she was, or that sheâd been figuratively holding her breath, until the car was in motion. She sagged against him.
âI wasnât kidding when I said weâd been through a lot in the past few days. I think every bone in my body hurts. Even my face.â
âItâs about an hour to reach Glory. Then you can sleep for as long you want, Princess. But let me warn you, itâs nothing like Barcelona. There wonât be any room service.â
âI donât even care. The first thing I want to do is eat your McDonaldâs.
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