24
Molly
I knew something was wrong the instant I saw him. He was hiding a scowl when he should have been smiling.
Ayla had chosen every inch of my outfit. I knew I looked more supermodel tonight and less princess.
For the first time since I met Damon, it seemed as if he looked right through me. He didn’t seem to notice the subtle dip of the V between my breasts, or the slit that rose to my thigh.
He met me at the car parked at the rear entrance of the hotel.
“What’s wrong?” I searched the dark swirls in his eyes for answers.
“Nothing, love.”
I slid into the seat, careful to keep my knees and ankles together as I spun my glittery heels onto the floorboard. Ayla had been specific about every movement of the night.
The chauffer held the door as Damon climbed in, his heavy frame engulfing the air in the backseat. I could feel the heat of his irritation. Only, I had no idea what caused it.
“What’s the surprise?” I asked.
He gazed out of the window. “Dinner.” His voice was flat.
“Oh.” I watched the tiny shops of the village drift by. I had never been to Sangreaux. I wanted to stroll through the streets with Damon. Peek in the toy store. Buy chocolate from the candy shop. Stop by the local bar and sample martinis topped with their famous olives. But Damon didn’t see any of the charm. I knew the village wasn’t part of tonight’s surprise.
The car finally stopped. I peered around the corner and saw a marina. At the end of a line of boats was an enormous white yacht.
Damon stepped from the car and waited for me outside.
Were we sailing on that? I could count three tiers. There was possibly another one beneath the water’s surface.
Damon offered his arm. I slipped my hand through, connecting our elbows.
“This is your surprise.” He nodded at the yacht.
“It’s amazing. Is this yours?”
He nodded as I noticed the royal crest of Sauvage.
I took one of the crew members hands as he walked me along the plank. It was only wide enough for one person to pass at a time. Damon was directly behind me.
“Your Majesty.” The crew bowed in unison once we were aboard. “Your state rooms have been prepared.”
I looked at him. State rooms? I thought we were staying at the hotel tonight.
I knew better than to question him in front of the crew. I followed as they led us through the tight corridor.
The door opened and I stared at the bedroom. There were windows on three sides. A huge bed anchored against one wall, looking out on the sea. Everything was white and bright like the outside of the ship.
“Leave us,” Damon instructed.
I had expected to be shown a separate room. Ayla explained that when traveling, we would have to be kept in separate quarters. It was the only way to protect the sanctity of the crown. I realized no one was aware that the leader of the country was a member of The Titan’s secret society. The sanctity had already been spoiled.
“What is going on?” I asked now that we were alone.
He sat on the bed, dragging my hips to him. He pressed his lips to my navel. I heard a growl in his throat. His breath was warm through the black silk dress.
“Damon,” I urged. “I don’t understand. Something has upset you.”