“You.” I grabbed the collar of Viggo’s shirt and lifted him until his feet dangled in the air. “I told you she was outside. Any damn person with common sense would know she was outside, yet you wasted an hour searching indoors while Bridget was unconscious in the rain.” “Mr. Larsen!” Elin sounded scandalized. “This is the royal palace, not a dive bar where you brawl with other patrons. Put Viggo down.” I ignored her and lowered my voice until only Viggo could hear me. “You better pray the princess isn’t seriously hurt.” “Are you threatening me?” he sputtered. “Yes.” “I could fire you.” I bared
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