Twisted-Games

me would help. He wasn’t stupid—he’d guessed Bridget and I really did have
something going on.
Booth could lose his job if someone found out he was smuggling notes
from me to Bridget, but he’d taken the risk anyway.
I owed that man a nice, cold beer and a steak dinner in the future.
“I hadn’t expected you to reach out after what happened,” Bridget said. “I
thought you were upset with me. I thought…” Her throat flexed with a hard
swallow. “You might’ve left.”
“I did. Had to leave the country to get a new visa,” I clarified when her
eyebrows shot up. “Six months as a tourist.” I flashed a crooked smile.
“Guess I have to get an ‘I Love Eldorra’ T-shirt now.”
The tiniest of smiles crossed her lips. “So, you’re staying for six
months?” She sounded both relieved and sad.
Six months was a long time and nowhere long enough.
“No, princess. I’m staying for as long as you’re here.”
Bridget’s eyes flared with delight before her muscles tensed again.
“How…why…”
“Let me figure out the how. As for the why…” I pressed her tighter to
me. “I’m not leaving you. If you’re in Eldorra, I’m in Eldorra. If you’re in
Antarctica, the Sahara, or the middle of the fucking ocean, I’m there. I’m as
much yours as you are mine, princess, and a law isn’t keeping me away. I
don’t care what a piece of paper says. I’ll burn down the entire fucking
Parliament if I have to.”
A thousand emotions passed over her face. “Rhys…”
“I’m serious.”
“I know you are. And something must be wrong with me because I’ve
never been more touched by the prospect of arson.” Her quick smile faded.
“But there’s something I need to tell you. Several things, in fact.”
Wariness filled me at her tone. “Okay.”
“It’s funny you mentioned burning down Parliament. I have an idea…not
physically burning it down,” she added hastily when my eyebrows rose. “But
a way to repeal the law before Steffan proposes.”
The beast in my chest snarled at his name. Andreas’s plan didn’t solve the
short-term problem of Bridget and Steffan’s engagement—and it would be a
short-term problem—but I’d deal with it myself. No way in hell would
Bridget wear another man’s ring on her finger.
“I don’t know if I can go through with it, though.” A touch of