Page 159 of Bride By Coronation

She looks confused, thinking for a moment, then scrunches her face. "I never read anything about it."

My stomach flips. "Are you sure?"

She nods. "Yes. I would have remembered it."

One of the babies cries.

"You're okay," Zara coos and picks up River. She bounces him on her hip and frets, "That should have been in your book."

Something nags at me. "If that's not in the book, what else isn't?"

The color drains from Fiona's face.

"Where is it?" Sean asks.

"In my desk drawer," she replies.

I rise and assert, "I need to see it. Let's take it with us, and I'll review it on the plane."

"Okay," she says with concern in her expression.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure we get to the bottom of this."

She bites on her lip but nods.

Sean stands. "Guess who else is going to Morocco?"

"Not me," Brax grumbles.

Sean grins, puffing out his chest, and pride fills his voice. "Zara and I recently got seats on the Royal Council."

Brax gets up. "You all have fun with your Royal Councilness. I'm going to go where all the little peons go."

"Oh, don't be like that, Brax," Zara says.

"Whatever. Just make sure I don't get sliced to pieces following your orders, Kirill. See you later," he says and stomps out of the house.

"What's up his ass?" Fiona questions.

Zara softly answers, "I think he's just ready to earn his seat."

"Not everybody can earn a seat," I remind her.

"Brax should get one. He's worthy of it," Sean declares.

I curl my fist, hating anything that resembles entitlement. I point out, "That has yet to be determined."

Sean declares, "I can vouch for him."

I grunt. "You've already done that several times. It stops meaning something after a while."

"No, it doesn't," he insists.

Draco clears his throat. "Sir, if I'm not needed, there are other matters I need to attend to."

"Oh. Yes. Please," I say, motioning toward the door.

He says to Fiona, "Thank you for the cookie."

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