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Prologue

Present…

Lex...

I didn’t care what I had to do; I would protect the woman I loved with my dying breath.

Nothing was going to change. I'd promised her that.

I’d told her I’d love her forever, which was true. I would love her forever. I’d told her I would protect her.

But that was a lie.

Now that my mother's cousin had been assassinated, I was a prince. An official prince of Nomea. No longer exiled. No longer banished from a home I'd never known. Now the woman I loved would be subject to the court of public opinion.

Just like before.

And whether or not I liked it, people would have opinions, and they’d post about them. In the press, on social media, and to anyone who would listen. That was what had happened the last time my family was in the public eye.

Well, they were entitled to their opinions. If need be, I'd step aside to shield her from as much scrutiny as possible. I would step away from the birthright I'd never asked for. For her, I'd give up anything. For her, I'd give up everything.

She looked up from the conversation she was having next to one of my favorite pieces of her artwork at the gallery opening. The smile she gave me was brilliant.

She'd done it. She’d opened her own bloody gallery simply known as Nartey. She was going to feature some of her work, but mostly works of up-and-coming artists. I couldn't have been more proud of her. She grinned at me, the white of her teeth a perfect contrast to her gleaming brown skin.

God, I loved her.

Even as she chatted animatedly with the woman she was speaking to, she snuck peeks at me. I could tell she wanted to run up to me. She wanted to hold me. Just like I wanted to hold her. I'd planned this surprise for months.

But I had more than one reason for being there. I needed to let her know that everything was about to change.

When she was finally finished, Abena Nartey Chase made no bones about running up and leaping into my arms. The white dress she wore with the thigh high slits helped her achieve her goal.

I didn't give a shit that we were making a scene. She was my wife, and I planted a kiss on her so deep we made the stuffed shirts blush.

When she pulled back, she looped her arms around my neck. "Hello, handsome. I didn't think you'd be here."

"Did you really think you were going to have a gallery opening and I wasn't going to attend?"

"No, but I knew how complicated things in the Winston Isles were."

I nodded slowly. "Were. I'm home."