But she did know that she was going to have to find her control in this, one way or another.
Even if it were only in the simple act of carrying herself aboard the plane.
CHAPTER THREE
JAVIER STUDIED THE woman sitting across from him. Her rage had shrunk slightly and was now emanating off her in small waves rather than whole tsunamis.
She had not accepted a drink, and he had made a show of drinking in front of her, to prove that no one was attempting to poison her, or whatever she seemed to imagine.
He was going to have to have words with Matteo once he arrived in Monte Blanco. “You might want to lower your shields,” he said.
“Sure,” she said. “Allow me to relax. In front of the man who is holding me against my will.”
“Remember, you walked on your own two feet to the airplane, which you felt was the difference between a kidnapping and an impromptu vacation.”
“It’s a kidnapping,” she said. “And I’ll have some champagne.”
“Now that you’ve watched me drink a glass and a half and are satisfied that I’m not going to fall down dead?”
“Something like that.”
“Why are you in a temper now when you were fine before?”
“This is absurd. I haven’t been able to check my social media for hours.”
“Is that a problem for you?”
“It’s my entire business
,” she said. “It’s built off that. Off connectivity. And viral posts. If I can’t make posts, I can’t go viral.”
“That sounds like something you would want to avoid.”
“You’re being obtuse. Surely you know what going viral means.”
“I’ve heard it,” he said. “I can’t say that I cared to look too deeply into it. The internet is the least of our concerns in Monte Blanco.”
“Well, it’s one of my primary concerns, considering it’s how I make my living. All fine for you to be able to ignore it, but I can’t.”
“Also not going to allow you to post from the plane. Anyway. We don’t have Wi-Fi up here.”
“How do you not have Wi-Fi? Every airplane has that.”
“My father didn’t have it installed. And my brother has not seen the use for it.”
“I find that hard to believe. He’s running a country.”
“Again. That is not a primary concern in my country. You may find that we have different priorities than you.”
“Do you have electricity?” she asked, in what he assumed was mock horror.
“We have electricity.”
“Do you live in a moldering castle?”
“It’s quite a bit less moldering than when my brother took the throne. But it is a bit medieval, I’m not going to lie.”
“Well. All of this is a bit medieval, isn’t it?”