“That’s what? Appropriate?” Nicholas’s voice could freeze hell. “I’ve been shot at, kidnapped, and had my hair bleached to look like a cautionary tale about DIY hair treatments. I’ve also been forced to spend four hours explaining everything that happened to me to palace officials who seem to believe that the stability of the Commonwealth apparently hinges on whether I was coerced, seduced, or simply lost my mind when I decided to play Bonnie and Clyde with my protection officer. I will debrief with whomever I choose, wherever I choose. Clear?”
