Stranded with the Prince by Dana Marton

Author:Dana Marton [Dana Marton]
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2010-05-24T04:00:00+00:00

SHE RAN AS FAST as her legs would carry her, until her lungs threatened to collapse. Was someone still following her? She was breathing too hard, the blood rushing in her ears too loudly to hear anything. When she could go no farther, Milda hid under a thick bush, pulling her limbs in, curling up into a ball, hoping to avoid detection if anyone came this way. Someone had come after Lazlo’s warning. But it had been a while since she’d heard any branches snap behind her. She lay still, not caring about the bugs or the small lizard that checked her out, stared into her face before turning its shimmering green tail and skittering off.

She was shaking, gasping for air, sweat soaking her skin. Quiet. Don’t make a noise. Lazlo had been right. She was willing to admit that now. She would have willingly admitted anything, only to be back at home, or at least on the mainland. The island had been a terrible idea. She was never going to do anything like this, ever again.

A bird sang in a tree not far from her. She tried to focus on that instead of all her fears.

After a few interminably long minutes, her racing heart finally slowed. Her breathing was under control. Nobody came. She’d gotten away.

She closed her eyes for a split second, with pure relief, before the next thought hit her. She was alone in the forest. And she had no idea where she was. She’d run forward blindly, changing direction randomly, trying to lose the killer on her trail.

Lazlo would know which way to go. He always did. He seemed to have an innate sense of direction that she’d come to rely on. She relied on him for a number of things, to be fair. Strange for a man whom, for the longest time, she’d believed to be completely unreliable.

He was in the hands of his enemies.

If those men—assassins—she could barely even think the word—hated the royal family as much as he believed they did…

Pain streaked through her chest anew, and it had nothing to do with the way her lungs thirsted for air.

One thought circled her mind, one thought shrunk her stomach into a lead ball, one thought made her eyes burn so much that she had to squeeze them together.

It was entirely possible that they’d already killed him.

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