“I will not stand for this,” Banner announced. “You are to wed Mae.” Prince Zavier turned his chin and gave that impassive stare to my fiancé. A dare to defy royalty. A challenge to the oldest known treaty in Calandra. Banner gulped. Zavier dismissed him with a blink and faced Father. “The prince will have who he desires.” It was as if the Guardian were inside Zavier’s mind, speaking the words the prince could not. “And he desires her.”
