frowned. “You mean Elric? He’s a prince?” “No, not Elric. Prince Luther.” I went still. “Was Prince Luther at the palace this morning?” “You really don’t know the royals at all, do you?” Maura grinned. “Diem, you were sitting right beside him. He was the one holding his sister, Princess Lilian. They’re the King’s niece and nephew.” Oh, gods. Oh, gods. The man I’d been searching for all this time was Prince Luther.
No shit Sherlock
