Royal Seducer / Bossman Billionaire: Royal Seducer. Michelle Celmer

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      That wasn’t Louisa’s style, but he wouldn’t put it past Anne. “Why don’t you ask?”

      The words were barely out of his mouth when Anne appeared at his bedroom door. She was still in her pajamas, her long hair pulled back in a pony tail and her face freshly scrubbed. In her hand she clutched a single sheet of paper. When she saw Aaron standing there, she speared daggers with her eyes.

      “You’re a jerk,” she spat.

      Aaron looked genuinely stunned. “What the hell did I do?”

      She stormed over to him and shoved the paper at his chest.

      He read it, his expression grim, then passed it over to Chris.

      It was another e-mail with the subject Funny, and a similar, twisted version of a child’s nursery rhyme:

      Anne be nimble

      Anne be quick

      Anne jump over

      The candlestick

      Anne jumped high

      But lost her foot

      She burst to flames

      And now she’s soot

      “I didn’t send this,” Aaron told Anne.

      “Nice try,” she snapped back, snatching the paper from Chris and pointing to the header. “It’s your e-mail address, genius.”

      It had indeed come from Aaron’s address.

      Chris and Aaron exchanged a worried glance. It was disturbing to say the least. It was one thing to receive threatening e-mails, but from their own e-mail addresses?

      “I didn’t send that, and Chris didn’t send this.” He showed her the e-mail on his phone.

      As she read it, the anger slipped from her face. “What the heck is going on?”

      “I’m not sure, but odds are pretty good I got one, too.” Chris opened his e-mail program. Sure enough, there was a message with the same subject, Funny, and it was sent from Louisa. But the contents were anything but humorous.

      Star light, star bright

      Crown Prince Christian will ignite

      I wish I may, I wish I might

      Watch him burst in flames tonight

      “Somehow I doubt Louisa sent this,” he said, gesturing to his monitor. Aaron and Anne crowded behind his desk to read it.

      Aaron raked a hand through his hair. “Is it just me, or is there a theme here?”

      “What the bloody hell is going on?” Anne said.

      Chris shook his head. “I don’t know. But we need to talk to Louisa and see if she got one, too.”

      “Is she up yet?” Aaron asked.

      “If not,” Anne said, already heading for the door, “we’ll wake her.”

      Chapter Five

      Louisa opened her bedroom door, sleepy-eyed and rumpled in pajamas better suited an adolescent than a grown woman, looking surprised to see all of her siblings standing there.

      “Have you checked your e-mail this morning?” Anne asked her.

      She yawned and rubbed her eyes. “I just woke up. Why?”

      “You need to check it,” Chris said.

      Louisa frowned. “Right now?”

      “Yes,” Anne shot back. “Right now.”

      “Fine, you don’t have to get snippy.” She opened the door so they could all pile into her room, which was still decorated in the pale pink and ruffles of her youth. Typical Louisa. Always a girly girl.

      She walked over to her desk and booted up her computer. “Is there anything in particular I should be looking for?”

      “An e-mail from one of us,” Aaron told her.

      “Which one?”

      “Probably Anne,” Chris said, figuring that everyone else had already been accounted for.

      “You’re not sure?”

      Anne’s patience seemed to be wearing thin. “Bloody hell, Louisa. Would you just look for the damned e-mail?”

      “My, someone woke up cranky this morning,” Louisa mumbled as she opened the program and scrolled through her e-mails. “Here’s one from Anne.”

      “What’s the subject?” Aaron asked.

       “Funny.”

      Aaron turned to Chris. “That’s it.”

      Louisa looked up at them. “Should I read it?”

      “Please,” Chris said. “Out loud, if you wouldn’t mind.”

      Louisa shrugged and double clicked. “It says: I love you, a bushel and a peck. A bushel and a peck, and a noose around your neck.” She paused and frowned before continuing. “With a noose around your neck, you will drop into a heap. You’ll drop into a heap and forever you will sleep.” She looked over at her twin. “Real nice, Anne.”

      “I didn’t send it,” Anne said, casting a worried look to Chris and Aaron. “Hanged or burned alive? These are our choices?”

      Louisa looked back and forth between the three of them. “Does someone want to tell me what’s going on?”

      Anne handed her the printout of the e-mail she’d received, and told her about their brothers’ similar rhymes.

      Louisa shuddered and hugged herself. “That’s creepy.”

      “Maybe it’s just a prank,” Anne offered.

      “But they were sent from our own e-mail addresses,” Aaron reminded her. “Personal addresses that few people outside of the family even know. That would be an awfully elaborate prank.”

      “Should we tell Father?” Louisa asked.

      Chris shook his head. “No. At least, not yet. He doesn’t need the extra stress.”

      “He looked tired at supper last night,” Anne said. “And he hardly ate a thing. He looks as though he’s losing weight.”

      Chris had noticed that, too. All the more reason not to say anything. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost eight. “I think we should take this to the head of security. Aaron, can I trust you to talk to him? I have a breakfast СКАЧАТЬ