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in the grand salon.
    It was well after two in the morning before her new sisters-in-law spirited her off to Alex’s apartment in a nod to Montedoran wedding-night tradition. They helped her to dress in a long, white, semisheer nightgown just perfect for the virgin she wasn’t. They took down her hair. Laughing and joking, they urged her up into the bed and then pulled the covers over her. One by one, they kissed her and wished her happiness and eternal love.
    And then, finally, they left her.
    Alex’s brothers and a number of other young fellows brought him along a few minutes later. Lili heard them enter the apartment. They were laughing and singing some silly, bawdy song.
    Out there in the main part of the suite, she heard a scuffle, which was part of the tradition. The groom was supposed to put up a fight when the other men helped him out of his clothes. It was all completely unnecessary, as it wasn’t even supposed to be their wedding night, because the story for the world was that they had married two months before.
    But the brandy had flowed freely after dinner and the men seemed to have been caught up in the spirit of the evening. The scuffle beyond the door didn’t sound terribly loud or violent, though. Alex, apparently, was playing along.
    And then, suddenly enough that she yanked the covers up to her chin and let out a gasp of surprise, the door was thrown open and Alex rolled in, naked as the day he was born.
    His brothers and the other men were clustered in the doorway, some of them clearly more than a little bit drunk.
    Alex jumped up, looking magnificent, even with all the angry scars that crisscrossed his back, his buttocks, his arms and his powerful thighs. He gave a low, perfect bow. “Good night, gentlemen.”
    They all shouted, more or less in unison, “Good night!”
    Alex slammed the door. And then he turned and strolled quite casually past the bed where she lay, wide-eyed, the covers up below her nose. He went into the bathroom. The latch clicked shut behind him.
    Lili lay very still in the big bed. She heard noises beyond the outer bedroom door, footsteps moving away, men talking softly to each other.
    In no time, there was silence.
    She and Alex were alone in the suite.
    Lili closed her eyes, took slow, even breaths to calm her suddenly racing heart, and waited.
    After several minutes, the bathroom door opened. Alex emerged wearing the same robe he’d worn after his shower the night before.
    Lili pushed the covers down and pulled herself up against the pillows. “Alex...” It came out breathless and hopeful.
    He sent her an unreadable glance as he walked past the bed again. “Good night, Lili.” He pulled the door open, went through and shut it behind him.

Chapter Four
    E qually stunned and furious, Lili glared at that shut door.
    The hot, impetuous blood she’d inherited from her father spurted dangerously fast through her veins. More than she needed to draw her next breath, she longed to throw back the covers and follow him, to call him all manner of unattractive epithets, to demand that he honor his promises to her, that he at least talk with her....
    But Lili was not only a product of her hot-blooded sire. She had her mother’s sweeter, gentler nature to call on, as well. Her mother, of English descent, born Lady Evelyn of DunLyle, never raised her voice. Queen Evelyn had ways other than shouting and carrying on to get the things she wanted from life and from her passionate, stormy-natured husband.
    “Never start a fight from a position of weakness, my darling,” Lili’s mother had advised with a Mona Lisa smile. “If you’re going in swinging, make sure you’re standing on firm ground or you’re likely to end up on your ass.”
    Lili folded her arms across the front of her virginal nightgown, glared some more at the door Alex had just shut in her face, and admitted to herself that she was definitely in a position of weakness at the moment, that she was in no way on solid