Chapter 27

Fordham’s eyebrows rose. “That fact was not circulated.”

“That’s because no one believes me.”

“And you have proof?”

She sighed and shook her head. “No, but… my gut tells me that there is nothing simple about what happened to him. He was following me out of that party, just like he’d done a dozen times before. He wasn’t stupid enough to be caught and robbed like that.”

Fordham was silent for a moment before saying, “All right.”

“You don’t believe me either.”

“On the contrary,” he said, closing his notebook, “I’m prone to believe that there is something larger happening here.”

“You are?”

He leveled her with a look. “You informed me of what was going to happen in the tournament and then passed out in my bedroom.”

“Right,” she said softly. “About that.”

He waved it away. “My gut is also typically right. And it tells me that what you said about Marc is likely true.”

Maya didn’t know why she was confiding in this broody princeling. But he was here and she found herself attracted to him and