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engagement party. It’s going to be unforgettable.”
    Sarina frowns. Clearly, there is no time in her world for parties when there are color swatches to be chosen.
    “You have much more experience in royal event planning, Majesty,” I say. “I trust your choices in the matters we’ve discussed today.”
    “Well.” The queen practically preens. “I do have impeccable taste.”
    “Then please excuse me.” Pushing out my chair, I curtsy as fast as I can. Willing myself not to run, I follow Natalia from the room.
    “Nice job with the flattery,” she says. “Maybe you can make it as a royal after all.”
    “Thanks.” Maybe Natalia isn’t as bad as I’d thought. “And thanks for rescuing me.”
    “Any time.”
    She leads me out of the palace to an idling limo. As we descend the front steps, I see Rashad in the driver’s seat. He tips his hat to me. I’m glad there’s a familiar face. That definitely assuages my fear that this could turn into some elaborate kidnapping.
    One of the back doors swings open, and Marc steps out. He takes Natalia aside.
    “Where’s Damon? We need him here for this to work.”
    “That was your job,” Natalia snaps. “Your only job.”
    Marc stuffs his hands in his pockets. “He’ll show.”
    “He’d better.”
    Someone waves from inside the limo. “Hey, Grace!” Eris calls. “Want to get in?”
    I peer inside. It’s easy to make out the huge form of Nic next to her. He gives me a curt nod. I don’t recognize any of the other people splayed on the long interior seat.
    “I think I’ll wait for Damon.”
    As if on cue, an engine roars. A canary-yellow sports car flies up the drive, impossibly fast. With a flick of the wheel, Damon slides his car next to the limo.
    “Get in, Grace.”
    I happily obey.
    “Don’t you want to ride with us?” Natalia asks.
    “We’ll meet you there,” Damon says, “after we beat you there.”
    “You don’t even know where we’re going!”
    “Tell me, then.”
    I can tell that Natalia finds him infuriating.
    “The Platinum.”
    “We’ll see you there. Try to keep up.” Damon steps on the gas. I let out a whoop as I’m pressed against my seat. I think Natalia tries to slip in a retort, but the engine drowns out her words.
    The guards must be used to Damon’s tricks, because the gate is open wide enough that we don’t have to slow. The palace shrinks in the rearview.
    “Whose car is this?” I yell over the din of the engine.
    “My father’s. I’d let you take a test drive, but…”
    I understand. The king would hate that for so many reasons, and Damon would probably be banned from borrowing cars. I’m openmouthed with amazement as Damon weaves through traffic. It’s like the rest of the world is frozen in time. The prince finds every possible opening. In his hands, the car practically floats. It’s like he’s leading it in an intricate dance.
    This machine is nowhere near as nice as the Galeocerdo I crashed, but it’s amazing how much the prince enjoys driving it. His happiness is almost childlike, and I don’t blame him. As a member of a royal family who needs to have every toe in line at all times, when else does he get to be this free?
    Then it hits me. This is what I should get for him, to try to repay him for all of his grand gestures. I can replace the Galeocerdo that I totaled. How much did he say it cost, 4.8 million? I’ll have to check my bank account to see whether I have twenty or thirty dollars to my name. It’s a start. How on earth does anyone go about acquiring a car legally? I could easily get one my way, but I don’t think Damon would appreciate the gesture as much. This might be a problem for another night. I’ll solve it eventually, though.
    When we reach the center of the city, the sheer number of cars forces Damon to slow.
    “So what’s The Platinum?” I ask. “A strip club? A high-end crack den?”
    “It’s the nicest hotel in the city. See that building ahead?” He points to a