Princess's Pregnancy Secret. Natalie Anderson

      From a distance Eleni registered the woman was frowning and her voice sounded distanced too.

      ‘Are you feeling okay?’

      * * *

      Damon Gale was barely existing in a state of perpetual anger. He hadn’t left Palisades without trying to find and warn his mystery lover there might be consequences from their time together. He’d described her to his half-sister Kassie, but she’d not been able to identify the woman either. No one could. None of his subtle queries had given any answers. Where had she disappeared to so quickly? Heaven knew, when he found her he was giving her a piece of his mind. But at night she came to him in dream after dream. He woke, hard, hungry and irritable as hell. There was so much more they should have done. But now she was hiding. Not least the truth about who she was. Why?

      He loathed nothing more than lies.

      So this morning, weeks since that damn ball, he’d once again flown back to Palisades. Now he waited for Kassie at the hospital in her tiny office, looking at the clever pen and ink drawings of the child patients pinned to the noticeboard.

      He heard a footstep and a low, hurried whisper just outside the door.

      ‘Ma’am, are you sure you’re feeling all right?’

      That was Kassie. Damon’s muscles tensed.

      ‘I’m just a bit...dizzy. Oh.’ The woman groaned.

      He froze, shocked at the second voice. He knew those raspy tones. She spoke in his dreams. Every. Damn. Night.

      ‘Do you need a container?’ Kassie asked delicately.

      ‘I had a bug a few days ago but I thought I was over it or I’d never have visited today,’ the woman muttered apologetically. ‘I’m so sorry. I’d never want to put any of your patients at risk.’

      ‘They’re a hardy lot.’ Now Kassie’s smile was audible. ‘I’m more concerned about you. Are you sure I can’t get a doctor to check you over?’

      ‘No, please. No fuss. I’ll quickly go back to the palace. My driver is waiting.’

      Palace? Damon was unable to move. Unable to speak. His woman had known the security code to get through that second door in the palace. Did she work there? But she’d said she worked at the hospital. That was why he was back here again.

      ‘Maybe you should rest a moment,’ Kassie urged softly.

      ‘No. I need to go. I shouldn’t have come.’

      Damon stood. Those words exactly echoed ones he’d heard that night at the masked ball. Those exact tones in that exact, raspy voice. It was her.

      He strode across the room and out into the corridor. But his half-sister had her back to him and she was standing alone. Damon looked past her and saw no one—the corridor ended abruptly with a corner.

      ‘Who was that?’ he demanded harshly.

      Kassie spun, startled. ‘Damon?’ She blinked at him. ‘I didn’t know you were coming back again so soon.’

      ‘I have another meeting,’ he clipped. ‘Who were you talking to?’

      ‘I’m not supposed to say because her visits are strictly private,’ Kassie answered quietly. ‘But she wasn’t feeling well today and left early.’

      ‘Whose visits?’ What did she mean by ‘private’?

      ‘The Princess.’

      Damon stared dumbfounded at his half-sister.

       Princess Eleni of Palisades?

      Wasn’t she the younger sister of King Giorgos, a man known for his protectiveness and control over everything—his island nation, his emotions, his small family. Hadn’t he been the guardian of the supposedly shy Princess for ever?

      Now the covers of the newspapers at the airport flashed in his mind. He’d walked past them this morning but paid little attention because they’d all carried the same photo and same headline—

       A Royal Engagement! The Perfect Prince for Our Princess!

      But the Princess was not perfect. She’d fooled around with a total stranger only a few weeks ago. And now she was engaged. Had she been rebelling like some wilful teen? Or was there something more devious behind her shocking behaviour? And, heaven have mercy, how old was she?

      ‘What do you think was wrong with her?’ he asked Kassie uneasily. He needed to get alone and research more because an extremely bad feeling was building inside him.

      ‘I’m not sure. She was pale and nau—’

      ‘Where did she go?’ he interrupted.

      Kassie was staring at him. ‘Back to the palace. She visits my ward every Friday. She never misses, no matter what.’ Kassie ventured a small smile. ‘She doesn’t seem your type.’

      He forced himself to answer idly, as if this didn’t matter a jot. ‘Do I have a type?’

      Kassie’s laugh held a nervous edge as she shook her head. ‘Princess Eleni is very sweet and innocent.’

      But that was where Kassie was wrong. Princess Eleni wasn’t sweet or innocent at all. She was a liar and a cheat and he was going to tear her to shreds.

      Thank God he finally knew where and how he could get to her. He just had to withstand waiting one more week.