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  “You could go back, you know,” Raine says, sipping her coffee. We’re sitting at a café in downtown Budapest, people-watching. Raine's boyfriend is sightseeing with a group of people from the hostel, probably shooed away by Raine so that she could interrogate me about Albie.

  “Seriously, I’m totally fine,” I say. It’s an obvious lie, yet I feel the need to say it. I feel the need to convince myself of that fact. “I’m having fun.”

  “You’re having a terrible time,” she says. “You should go back to him.”

  “After I flipped out and went running away?” I ask. “I can't. Besides, it’s Albie. He’s the playboy prince. There are plenty of women who will be throwing themselves at him. I’m sure he’s moved on already.”

  “You’re so full of shit, Belle,” she says.

  “I’m not! You’re the one who knows all about his exploits in the tabloids.”

  “Those are the tabloids,” she says. “We both know that stuff is only partly true.”

  I cock my head to the side and raise my eyebrows. “Please,” I say. “The stuff I read about Albie was mostly true.”

  “But that was before you met.”

  “And it’ll be true again, after me.”

  “You don’t believe that,” she says.

  “I don't know what to believe," I say. "I'm sure he hates me now."

  “Go to him,” she says. “Tell him that you were stupid and foolish and impulsive and you ran because that’s what you do.”

  “What?” I squeal. “Because that’s what I do? I don’t do that.”

  “Belle.” Raine sips her coffee and gives me a knowing look. “I love you. But you know I’m right.”

  I roll my eyes at her and exhale heavily. “Okay, I run. I ran. I fucked up.”

  As I speak the words, my heart sinks, because I know they’re true. I fucked up. I was falling for Albie and I got scared and ran. And now it’s messed up.

  “Do you love him?”

  “My mother is marrying his father, Raine,” I say, shaking my head. “The whole world is watching us."

  "That's not what I asked."

  I still avoid answering her question. "I was sneaking around with him, and playing with fire, and it’s my own damn fault I got burned. It would have happened, whether he told his father we got married or not.”

  “He told his father?” Raine asks.

  “Yes!” I say, my voice a little bit too loud. I look around at the other café patrons, before leaning in closer to her. “He told his father that we were married in Vegas.”

  “So he loves you, too, Belle,” she says.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask. “He outed us.”

  She raises her eyebrows. “Why do you think he told his father he married you?”

  “Because he –“ I’m about to say, because he was standing up to his father. Except I know that’s not all of it.

  Because he loves me.

  Shit.

  “Exactly,” Raine says, even though I haven’t said the words out loud. “And I know you love him. It’s written all over you. It’s been in every word you’ve said about him on the phone since you got there, Belle.”

  “Oh God,” I say, my heart sinking. “I’ve been a total idiot.”

  “A little bit,” Raine says, smiling.

  “Crap,” I blurt out. “What the hell do I do now? Call him? ‘Hey, I know that I ran away from Protrovia and that our parents are going to basically disown us for this, but I just wanted to tell you that I love you?’”

  “I probably wouldn’t put it exactly like that.”

  “Shit. I love him. I’m in love with him.”

  Raine nods. “So what are you going to do about it?”

  CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

  Albie

  “This is fucking ridiculous,” Alex yells from the backseat of the SUV. "Dad is going to kill us when he finds out we all took off – and that you guys are with us."

  "He won't kill us," Noah says. "I'm sure he has people to do that for him."

  "You're always looking at the bright side of things, Noah," Alex says. "It's probably why you and my brother get along so well."

  "At least you'll be dead and not fired," Noah says.

  "No one is getting murdered or fired." My voice has a hard edge I can't quite keep out of it. I'm more nervous than I should be right now at the prospect of tracking down Belle. I should be excited. Isn't that how you're supposed to feel when you tell a woman you love her?

  Instead, I feel edgy and irritable.

  Part of me is afraid she's going to tell me to go to hell.

  Or worse, she'll tell me she doesn't feel the same, and that it's been about the sex all along.

  "How far is Budapest exactly?" Alex asks. "We should have just taken the helicopter."

  "It's one thing to sneak out of a tea party in the helicopter, but another to try to be stealthy about flying to Budapest," I say. "It's only a couple of hours anyway."

  "We couldn't get the exact location from the head of security," Max says. "Budapest was as far as they could narrow it down."

  "Why don't you call Raine?" Alex asks. "Or are you going for a big dramatic entrance?”

  "The girl who bursts into our father's room and announces she's sleeping with her bodyguard is giving me shit about drama?" I ask.

  "I was trying to take some of the heat off of you," she protests. “Obviously, it was a miscalculated move on my part.”

  “No shit,” Max says.

  “If dad didn’t kill Max after you told him you were sleeping with Max, then all of us will be just fine,” I note.

  “Thanks,” Max says. “I think.”

  “I’m not going to call Raine,” I tell Alex. “Not until we’re actually in Budapest.”

  “So Belle can’t run,” Alex says.

  So Belle can’t run.

  She makes it sound like I’m tracking Belle down like some kind of fugitive.

  “She’ll want to see you,” Noah says.

  “Totally,” Alex says, her voice unnaturally bright.

  I focus my eyes straight ahead on the road. “This conversation isn’t helping at all.”

  CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

  Belle

  “Beer,” Raine says, handing me a glass. “It’s medicinal. Spending all night worrying isn’t going to do anything for you. We’ll go back to Protrovia in the morning.”

  “Right now, you medicate with food and beer,” Phoenix says. “It’s therapeutic.”

  “Fine, fine.” I study my menu, but my head is spinning, my thoughts focused on all of the things I need to say to Albie.

  Why the hell didn’t I just tell him I loved him when I was in Protrovia?

  Raine’s phone buzzes, and Phoenix groans loudly as Raine looks at the screen. “We said no phones during dinner,” he says, grabbing it from her hand.

  “Give that back to me now,” she insists, slapping him playfully on the arm. “It’s important.”

  “It’s important?” he asks, holding up the phone, but she snaps it out of his hand. “What do you think, Belle? Raine buys us the next round of beers since she’s on the phone during dinner?”

  Raine looks up from the phone long enough to glare at us, before burying her head and furiously texting.

  “Yes, definitely,” I say absently, still thinking about what I’m going to say to Albie tomorrow. “The next round of beers is on Raine.”

  “I’m going to remember you gave me grief about this,” Raine says.

  “Why?” I ask. But I’m immediately distracted by the waitress coming over to take our orders, and then Phoenix orders more beer and he's telling me stories about their adventures over the summer.

  I’m finishing my dinner and I’m on my second beer when Raine and Phoenix look up, their eyes focused behind me. I hear the chatter of other diners in the restaurant, people whispering and pointing.

  “Belle.”

  I’d recognize his voice anywhere.

  I stand up and tur