ROYAL ORDER OR KIDNAPPING?
Within seconds, the reporters are being dragged out, still shouting, still filming even as they stumble through the door.
Blake turns to me, eyes filled with worry I rarely see from him.
“Come here,” he murmurs, gently taking my elbow.
He leads me into the staff room and closes the door behind us, shutting out the noise.
I collapse into the seat, trembling.
Blake crouches before me, his palms warm against my cold hands.
“Mel… what’s going on? Who are these people? Why are you shaking like this?”
I open my mouth to explain everything to Blake, but the door slams open before a single word can leave my throat.
A staff member rushes in, breathless.
And behind her—
Two men in immaculate black suits, moving like shadows with a purpose. Their faces are unread
