Royal Heist. Rachelle McCalla

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СКАЧАТЬ that was going to happen. She didn’t need the interference of an attacker to set her even further behind. If Galen hadn’t come to her aid, she might be as broken as the sunglasses in her purse.

      Horrified that Galen had been hurt while helping her, Ruby turned away from the sight of the injured guard. It was hard enough for her to be near him at all. Seeing him hurt, remembering how much she cared for him...it was too much to think about, especially in the wake of what happened.

      Ruby stared through the street-side window at the crime site, a mere dozen yards away, where she’d struggled against the masked man. Galen’s blood had splashed on the cobblestones, marking the spot. Her heart pinched at the sight.

      Galen Harris.

      She’d purposely avoided him since she’d been back in Lydia because of her embarrassing last encounter with him the previous summer and her feelings toward him that had made their final parting so awkward. She’d made up her mind that she needed to keep her distance from him, but telling him so had proven catastrophic.

      It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy his company. It was precisely the opposite. The man could distract her from anything, even her goal of saving her parents’ business, which she must do to earn back their trust after her accidental betrayal years before.

      If she revived her friendship with Galen, she didn’t know if she could leave Lydia again. The tiny Christian kingdom was her favorite place in the world, not just because of the friendly people and perfect climate, but because of the fascinating history of the place. The kingdom of Lydia could trace its history all the way back to the days of the Bible. The kingdom was named after the woman whose house church had grown into a small, independent nation. Princess Stasi and the rest of the Lydian royal family could trace their lineage all the way back to Lydia, the dealer in purple cloth who appeared in Acts 16: 14 & 40.

      Ruby wasn’t sure which was more difficult—leaving Lydia or leaving Galen. One glance at the guard stirred her dormant feelings back to life. His ready smile was irresistible. His dark hair, now cropped to military shortness, curled as it grew out, ready to burst forth like his fun-loving nature the moment it escaped the rigid parameters around him. But given the way she’d left things with him the year before, she doubted he’d want to be friends anymore, anyway.

      Rather than think about Galen, Ruby focused on the cobblestones outside and tried to sort out what had happened.

      Why had that awful man attacked her? The brute had obviously planned ahead—he’d brought whatever that was that he’d put on to disguise his face. Ruby shuddered at the memory of the man’s fearsome appearance.

      He’d looked warped—grotesque, even. And yet, Ruby couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d seen him before somewhere. She tried to recall his features. His nose had seemed large, but then again, maybe that was because the mesh had flattened it. His hair had been...pale.

      She wanted to remember more, but the one thing that stuck with her was the lingering sense of recognition. In spite of the distorting effects of his mask, there was something familiar about him. Unsettling, but still, familiar.

      She couldn’t place it. Maybe it would come to her.

      “I think the bleeding’s stopped.” Galen sniffed a few times as if to be sure.

      Ruby turned to face him, saddened that his lopsided smile had been erased by the attack. His bushy eyebrows—which bent stubbornly downward and gave him a sad-eyed teddy bear look—were ruffled, swelling upward from a bruise already forming on his forehead.

      Her heart wrenched with concern, but she managed to keep her voice level. “Thank you for saving me.”

      Galen opened his mouth, looked as though he was about to protest, to say that he hadn’t saved her at all, but then he nodded. “I’m just glad I heard you scream.”

      She thought perhaps he might say more, even wished he’d bring up their awkward parting so she could apologize, though she dreaded having such a conversation. Instead he turned to face a bank of monitors, clicked a few keys on a keyboard, and a moment later, one of the screens showed the scene just outside the window.

      “I’m going to back up the security footage and review what happened,” Galen explained gently. “I was watching the view of your apartment door when the attack occurred, so I haven’t seen what this camera recorded. I understand if you don’t want to watch, but it might be helpful—”

      “I want to.” Ruby surprised herself with the conviction in her voice, and Galen’s eyebrows went up. “Maybe I’ll recognize him.” To her relief, Galen didn’t ask any more questions. He simply reversed the footage to the point when she came running into view.

      At the sight of her own terrified face, Ruby wasn’t so sure if she should have insisted on viewing the replay after all. But her attacker appeared on the shadowy periphery a moment later, pulling her back until they struggled just beyond the scope of the security camera, their feet darting on and off the edge of the screen.

      The screen showed Galen clearly as he ran to her aid and Ruby shuffling backward toward the gatehouse.“Not a single image,” Galen muttered as he clicked back to the moment when the attacker had rushed her, head down, and pulled her from the camera’s view.

      “It’s as if he knew the range of the camera,” Ruby whispered.

      “It wouldn’t be hard for him to guess if he had scoped out the palace wall ahead of time. The cameras are in clear view to deter trespassers.” Galen reviewed the scene again, this time zooming in toward the man’s head. The high-resolution image stayed crisp, but it still didn’t help much. “I can see the top of his head under his nylon, but I can’t even see if the man has hair or not.”

      “And we can’t see any of his face.” Ruby realized she’d bent down and taken hold of the back of Galen’s chair as he sat using the security computer. When he swung his chair around, suddenly their faces were quite close.

      She pulled away a reluctant second too late. She’d seen more than she wanted to of the swelling bruises on Galen’s face. She’d met his eyes long enough to feel the latent connection, to know in the bittersweet pit of her heart that he remembered all the time they’d spent together, that he wondered where they stood now.

      What could she tell him? I’m sorry. The words burned in her throat, unspoken.

      “Are you going to report this incident to headquarters?” Elias asked.

      “Right away,” Galen assured the older guard. “I was just hoping to have an image to send along with my report.”

      “I should head back to my apartment and get out of your way.” Ruby took a step toward the door.

      “Wait.” Galen stood. He raised one hand as though to reach for her, then returned his arm quickly to his side. “Do you want someone to walk you home?”

      Ruby felt her heart swell with a mixture of regret and appreciation. Even though she was within the protective walls of the palace grounds, beyond the reach of the man who’d attacked her and run away, she still hadn’t been keen on stepping out into the darkness alone. How thoughtful of Galen to consider her feelings.

      Before she could muster up words, Elias stepped forward. “I can walk her home. You’ve got a call to put in and a gatehouse to keep secure. I’m off duty.”

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