“Fine. Would you please tell Zavier I’d like to speak to him later? In private?” The Guardian’s eyes narrowed. “Why?” “Because I’d like to speak to my husband in private. What we discuss is none of your concern.” “The crown prince is always my concern.” “If you’re not going to send him here, I guess I’ll have to find his tent myself.” “Feel free to wander into mine, Princess.” He leaned in closer. “Zavier likes to share.”
