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‘Why ask when clearly you don’t care?’

Amelie didn’t even turn to face him. Only the rigidity of her slim frame and the hands clenched at her sides revealed her tension. Lambis didn’t answer. To say he cared would be tantamount to inviting them to stay, and that he couldn’t do. Yet nor could he see her tension and not respond.

Damn the woman! She’d got under his skin once. He couldn’t let her do it again.

Suddenly she spun round, and the change in her was a punch to the solar plexus. Gone was the touch-me-not Princess, the haughty aristocrat. Everything about Amelie spoke of heat and passion. From her flashing eyes to the heightened colour accentuating those high cheekbones and the sweet bow of her mouth, deliciously plump as if she’d been biting it.

The effect was instant and incendiary—a symphony of want turned his body to hot, brazen metal. He’d wanted her before, too many times to count, but not like this—as if he’d incinerate if he didn’t reach out and touch her, taste those kissable lips and possess that poised, perfect body.

‘My nephew is required to speak. To accept his future role and swear an oath. If he doesn’t…’ Amelie paused and the colour faded from her cheeks. ‘If he can’t say the words another heir will be found.’

‘Couldn’t the law be changed?’

‘Not quickly enough.’