Royal Gone Rogue (Sweet Royal RomCom, #2)

by Emma St. Clair

“I’ll always want you with me.”

“We’re having a little bit of turbulence, your highness,” Graves says. “I think he’s aware,” Martin says drily as the plane shudders again.

“Thank you for your service. You should all take some time away.” He frowns. “Graves. Are you okay?” Graves looks about as green as I feel. “I’m a sympathetic barfer.” His eyes bounce to me and then quickly away. He grimaces, then covers his mouth with his hand. “I didn’t even throw up,” I protest. “But you still look like you might,” Graves mumbles from behind his hand.

“They’ll love you,” he says. “As I do.”

“Of all the times to take things slow.”

“Did you just purr?”