They are going to love you,” Lucas assures me on the drive to his family’s castle. I look over at Liam and he avoids my eye contact. That’s not a good sign.

“Are you sure? I mean, if my royal son ran away, met some random American girl, had a whole whirlwind romance, and then brought her home, I don’t know how I’d feel,” I ramble on and on. Liam chuckles and little and I kick out at him, nailing his shin. He mutters a curse and rubs his leg but he still avoids looking at ...