Sixty-eight:
Prince Adrianus
There was someone towering over me. Tall, blond, and scowling. His shadow had fallen over me. Forty-eight hours ago, there had been a car that had exploded. With Fiona Fallon and Evander Gordon inside it. Fiona was gone, presumed dead. Evander had survived long enough to be taken to a hospital. But once he’d been taken to a hospital he’d disappeared mysteriously. No one knew who he was either. Lord Bram was gone too, and everyone knew exactly who had taken them.
The Guillotine.
But it didn’t matter, because my father was refusing to do anything. The Guillotine technically didn’t exist. If we acknowledged them, it would be dangerous. Because we’d be declaring war on a terrorist organization. And there was no ending a war with terrorists. They
