Talos Claims His Virgin. Michelle Smart

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      He got to his feet. ‘I’ve brought the score to you.’

      He strode to the cherry tree, gripped the handle of the knife and pulled it out. This knife was a badge of honour—the mark of becoming a man, a replacement for the Swiss Army penknife each Kalliakis prince had been given on his tenth birthday. There was an apple tree in the palace gardens whose trunk still bore the scars of the three young Princes’ attempts at target practice two decades before.

      Back at the table, aware of wary sapphire eyes watching his every movement, he wiped the blade on his trousers, then picked up his selected apple and proceeded to peel it, as had been his intention when he’d first removed the knife from his pocket. The trick was to peel it in one single movement before the white of the inside started to brown—a relic from his childhood, when his father would peel an apple before slicing it and eating the chunks, and something he in turn had learned from his father. Of course Talos’s father hadn’t lived long enough to see any of his sons master it.

      Carrying a knife was a habit all the Kalliakis men shared. Talos had no idea what had compelled him to throw it at the tree.

      Had he been trying to get a rise out of her?

      Never had he been in the company of anyone, let alone a woman, to whom his presence was so clearly unwelcome. People wanted his company. They sought it, they yearned to keep it. No one treated him with indifference.

      And yet this woman did.

      Other than that spark of fire in her home, when he’d played his trump card, she’d remained cool and poised in all their dealings, her body language giving nothing away. Only now, as he pushed the large binder that contained the solo towards her, did she show any emotion, her eyes flickering, her breath sharpening.

      ‘Is this it?’ she asked, opening the binder to peer at what lay inside.

      ‘You look as if you’re afraid to touch it.’

      ‘I’ve never held anything made by a royal hand.’

      He studied her, curiosity driving through him. ‘You look respectfully towards a sheet of music, yet show no respect towards me, a prince of this land.’

      ‘Respect is earned, monsieur, and you have done nothing to earn mine.’

       Why wasn’t she scared of him?

      ‘On this island our people respect the royal family. It comes as automatically as breathing.’

      ‘Did you use brute force to gain it? Or do you prefer simple blackmail?’

      ‘Five hundred years ago it was considered treason to show insolence towards a member of the Agon royal family.’

      ‘If that law were still in force now I bet your subjects’ numbers would be zero.’

      ‘The law was brought in by the senate, out of gratitude to my family for keeping this island safe from our enemies. My ancestors were the ones to abolish it.’

      ‘I bet your subjects partied long into the night when it was abolished.’

      ‘Do not underestimate the people of this island, despinis,’ he said, his ire rising at her flippant attitude. ‘Agonites are not and never will be subjects. This is not a dictatorship. The Kalliakis family members remain the island’s figureheads by overwhelming popular consent. Our blood is their blood—their blood is our blood. They will celebrate my grandfather’s Jubilee Gala with as much enthusiasm as if they were attending a party for their own grandfather.’

      Her pale cheeks were tinged with a light pinkness. She swallowed. ‘I didn’t mean to insult your family, monsieur.’

      He bowed his head in acceptance of her apology.

      ‘Only you.’

      ‘Only me?’

      Her sapphire eyes sparked, but there was no light in them. ‘I only meant to insult you.’

      ‘If the palace dungeons hadn’t been turned into a tourist attraction I would have you thrown into them.’

      ‘And it’s comments like that which make me happy to insult you. You blackmail me into coming here, you threaten my career and the careers of my friends, and you make me sign a contract including a penalty for my not performing at your grandfather’s gala: the immediate disbandment of the Orchestre National de Paris... So, yes, I will happily take any opportunity I can to insult you.’

      He stretched out his long legs and ran his fingers through his hair. ‘It’s comments like that which make me wonder...’

      Her face scrunched up in a question.

      ‘You see, little songbird, I wonder how a woman who professes to have stage fright so bad she cannot stand on a stage and play the instrument she was born to play has the nerve to show such disrespect to me. Do I not frighten you?’

      She paused a beat before answering. ‘You are certainly imposing.’

      ‘That is not an answer.’

      ‘The only thing that frightens me is the thought of standing on the stage for your grandfather’s gala.’ A lie, she knew, but Amalie would sooner stand on the stage naked than admit that she was terrified of him. Or terrified of something about him. The darkness. His darkness.

      ‘Then I suggest you start learning the music for it.’ He rose to his feet, his dark features set in an impenetrable mask. ‘I will collect you at seven this evening and you can fill me in on your feelings for it.’

      ‘Collect me for what?’

      ‘Your first session in overcoming your stage fright.’

      ‘Right.’

      She bit her lip. Strangely, she’d envisaged Talos bringing an army of shrinks to her. That was what her mother had done during Amalie’s scheduled visits after her parents’ divorce. Anything would have been better than Colette Barthez’s daughter being photographed at the door of a psychiatrist’s office. The press wouldn’t have been able to do anything with the pictures, or print any story about it, her mother had seen to that, but secrets had a way of not remaining secret once more people knew about them.

      ‘Wear something sporty.’

      ‘Sporty?’ she asked blankly.

      ‘I’m taking you to my gym.’

      She rubbed at an eyebrow. ‘I’m confused. Why would we see a shrink at your gym?’

      ‘I never said anything about a shrink.’

      ‘You did.’

      ‘No, little songbird, I said I would help you overcome your stage fright.’

      ‘I didn’t think you meant it literally.’ For the first time in her life she understood what aghast meant. She was aghast. ‘You don’t really mean that you’re planning to fix me?’

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