Maisey Yates - The Prince's Stolen Virgin

“Yes,” Felipe said.

“That sounds about right,” Rafe responded.

“My wife will be...unhappy,” Adam said.

“Then don’t tell her. Or, tell her that’s how all the girls meet their husbands these days. Stockholm syndrome.”

Adam growled. “I’m not going to keep it from her.”

“Fine. But I do expect that she fall in line,” Felipe said, having not considered that his friend’s potential loose cannon of a spouse might be an issue. Who knew what Belle might say to the press?

“Belle does not fall in line,” Adam said. “It isn’t in her nature. However, I will explain the sensitive political situation. I know she would not wish to cause harm. And while I don’t trust that you won’t cause any harm, Felipe, I do trust you’re trying to prevent greater harm.”

“Of course. Because I’m an altruist like that. Details will be forthcoming, but of course I had to call and give you the good news myself.”

“Because you’re such a good friend,” Rafe said, the words rife with insincerity.

No, the truth was, they were friends. True friends, the kind that Felipe had never expected to have. The kind that, he imagined, had prevented him from becoming something entirely soulless.

They had some idea about his upbringing. About the way that he was. But mostly, he showed them the face he showed the world. Prince Charming, as he had just discussed with Talia.

The dragon, he kept to himself.

Usually.

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