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was an attractive woman.  Beth could imagine how lovely she must have been in her youth.  And in the light of day she did not appear as menacing as she had when they’d first met her in the dark.  The entreaty in her lovely blue eyes seemed sincere.
    “What do you want to speak with us about?”  Beth asked.
    “Greyson Merrick,” Hélène said.
    “Grey?  What about him?  How do you know him?”  Beth demanded.
    “If you would come in I will explain,” Hélène said urgently.
    Beth looked at Tracy.  Tracy nodded agreement.
    “Alright,” Beth said cautiously.
    They went inside the cottage and Hélène closed and locked the door.  Then she drew the shades on both the windows and the door.  Tracy and Beth were alarmed.
    “Why did you do that?  What’s going on?”  Tracy insisted.
    “It is for your protection.  I have come here secretly but if there is any chance that I have been followed, I do not want you to be seen speaking with me,” Hélène said fearfully.  “Trust me.  For your safety’s sake.”
    “Why should we trust you?  Who are you?”  Beth asked.
    Hélène looked at them directly.
    “I am Hélène Lemaire, Greyson Merrick’s grand-mère,” Hélène said.
    “His grandmother?”  Beth asked.
    “Yes.  And I have dire news that I must impart to him,” Hélène said.  “You must have him come to Saint-Tropez immediately .”
    “And how do we know you are telling the truth about your identity?”  Tracy asked.
    “You do not.  You must trust me,” Hélène said.
    “Trust you?  We know nothing about you,” Beth exclaimed.
    “Please.  I am who I say I am.  And when I’ve told you my story, you will know that I speak the truth,” Hélène said.  “Come.  Let us be comfortable.”
    Hélène walked further into the room expecting them to follow.  Beth wasn’t sure why but she believed the woman.  Was she really Grey’s grandmother?  Or was she just some insane woman who had somehow overheard them speaking about him?
    Whatever the case, their day of shopping had suddenly taken a left turn.  Beth looked guardedly at Tracy who shrugged and nodded.  They’d already come this far.  So, why not see what the woman had to say? 
    They moved deeper into the dim room and Hélène motioned for them to sit on a beautiful red, silk-upholstered sofa while she settled into an exquisitely carved mahogany armchair directly across from them.
    “Greyson’s real last name is Lemaire.  He is set to inherit a title and all that goes with it.  But there are others who feel the title belongs to them.  This places him in grave danger,” Hélène said grimly.  “As the rightful air, he must accept his entitlement before his grand-père takes his last breath.”
    “And if he doesn’t?” Beth asked fearfully.
    “Then he may take his last breath as well,” Hélène stated flatly
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Chapter 4
     
    T racy stood on the balcony outside of the villa’s salon and stared out at the calm ocean.  It was Hélène had told them.  Yet, if they didn’t take it seriously, Grey could end up dead.
    Beth had been near hysteria when they’d returned to the villa, insisting upon calling Grey to warn him of what was going on.  Thankfully, she had agreed to allow Tracy to discuss the situation with Blaze first, just in case someone was listening in on the line.  Because Beth was so anxious, Tracy had insisted that she take a sleeping pill and, despite her initial protestations, she was finally resting soundly.
    Tracy had called Blaze immediately and was waiting for him to arrive.  She needed someone to help her figure the situation out and she knew that Blaze was the man for the job.  Aside from having the skills and knowledge to handle any situation, he was Grey’s closest friend and confidant.  He would know exactly where to begin.
    What Hélène said had sounded ridiculous and very dated.  Where in Europe was the throne still relevant in the twenty-first century?  Were families of