Rafe’s jaw hardened to a razor-sharp line. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.”
His brother was thinking with his heart and not his head. Tal knew one of them had to be rational. “It protects us all.”
“Should Piper not have any say in whether she wants this?” Rafe asked. “You have not given her a real choice, Tal. If you care for her, then you should let her decide.”
Let her decide if she wanted to risk her life? Not a chance. “I would think you would want her alive, Rafe. You’re truly willing to risk her?”
Rafe groaned. “God, you should have been on the stage, Tal. Everything is a risk. Am I not going to get in a car because I could be in an accident? Not fly because I could crash? We have an amazing life, and it comes with risks. For every privilege we have, there is an ounce of pain and still, I would not take any of it back. I will not abdicate. Piper will not leave. You must learn that this is your family, and we will not abandon you, even when you do not deserve us. That is what family is. She is stronger than you can imagine, our concubine. I know her. She is willing to take the risk.”
“But I’m not.” He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t. He couldn’t risk having to choose between her and his country. “I won’t be moved, Rafe. Tell her to pack her things. You can go with her or not. I’ll make sure she’s financially cared for. She assures me there’s no way she’s carrying a child. Tell her she can choose to live anywhere she likes. Anywhere except here. I expect her to be gone by tomorrow.” He pivoted away, his body moving on autopilot when all he wanted to do was fucking beat his head against the wall. He couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing her again. She’d already wound her way around his heart. He would do his duty to his country, but he would go to his grave with the memory of her warmth in his heart. “I must attend the dinner tonight. I’ll sleep in here. I’ll meet with the press secretary in the morning. We’ll need a good story. And have someone call the Dutch ambassador. I need to speak with him. They were eager to provide me with a bride.”
“It won’t work, brother.” Rafe turned and walked out.
Dane simply turned away. Though he stood just outside the door, Tal was well aware he’d broken their friendship.
He was alone. It was the way he would spend the rest of his life.
Chapter Fourteen
“You’re sure you want to do this, habibti?” Kade tucked a stray hair behind her head, his touch soft on her skin.
Piper was sure. She’d never been more sure of anything in her life. She didn’t intend to take her walking papers with aplomb. Talib wanted to get rid of her? He would have a fight on his hands. After Rafe explained everything to her, all of Tal’s fears and worries, she’d been more sure than ever that he needed her. She wasn’t a masochist. She knew she could break, but she wasn’t going to stop fighting until there was nothing left to fight for.
Tal wasn’t cruel. He was just dumb. Very, very dumb. Lucky for him, she was awfully smart.
“She is sure, Kade.” Rafe placed a hand on her hip, drawing her in. “And she’s so damn beautiful. Have I told you how beautiful you are, habibti?”
“More than once, baby.” She turned her face up, silently asking for a kiss. It was swiftly given. These two men were the best things that had ever happened to her. Not only had they told her she was beautiful, they made her believe it. The same way a man named Tal had managed to boost her confidence all those months ago. Now that she looked back at their odd relationship, she could see all the things he’d done for her. She would never have been strong enough to take this journey without him encouraging her. He’d been the one to tell her she was smart enough to take on this project. He’d been the one to give her ideas credit and real value.
She wasn’t going to let a single one of her men go.
Kade turned her face up to his, and another sweet kiss fell on her lips. How the hell was a woman supposed to feel less than worthy when she’d spent hours in their arms? Tal had no idea what he was in for.
She took Kade’s hand and let him lead her through the marbled entrance to the conservatory. Security was everywhere. Two big guards stood at the door to the conservatory, their khaki uniforms incongruous compared to the elegance around them.
“Your Highnesses.” The men both bowed their heads in deference.
At least Talib hadn’t barred her from the dinner. He likely thought she would be packing like the good girl he believed her to be. Maybe he hadn’t studied her as thoroughly as he imagined. She hadn’t managed to raise her sister and put herself through school without some serious willpower.