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“Why is that?” He nearly chuckled at the man’s flabbergasted stare.
    “Excuse me?”
    He cocked his head to the side to give the man a look of mock sincerity. “Eighth in the world, if North Korea is to be believed.”
    He let the threat hang in the space between them, relishing the look of alarmed fury that filled the president’s face. Never mind that he had no interest in the petty spats between the human nations, it was enough to let the man know he was aware of human politics.
    He sat forward to get a better vantage point to enjoy the emotions crossing the president’s face. He was far too easy to read, a great weakness in a leader. As he was considering whether he should twist the verbal knife, Abigail spoke.
    “Prince Edric?”
    He immediately gave her his full attention, dismissing the man across from him. “Yes, Miss Ashley?” He was aware of the warmth in his tone, but was unable to prevent it.
    After a false start, she gathered herself and said, “Would you explain what you meant earlier? About being champion. What does that mean?”
    He knew she was trying to bring the meeting back to something resembling pleasant conversation. He considered ignoring her question, but beyond the pretense of her job, he saw she was truly interested. He could not resist her.
    A smile curved his lips, the first he had truly meant since he had left his own world. Her cheeks instantly pinked and he barely suppressed the pleased rumble in his chest. Every fiber of his being wanted to move across the room to be at her side. He answered to distract himself, careful not to look her in the eye.
    “To be the Queen’s Champion is a great honor. It is comparable to a general, if Earth has one military and one general.”
    “And the queen, that’s your mother?”
    After she asked the question, he caught her glancing toward the president. For permission, he assumed. He ground his teeth, but nodded to her question. When it was possible, he would take pleasure insuring she need never ask anyone for permission again. Never bow her head to anyone.
    “Yes,” he murmured, to both his planned liberation and her question.
    “Is she going to come here, too?”
    Tone filled with dark amusement, he turned his gaze to the president. “She does not care for humans.”
    “Oh?” she asked in a light tone. “Any particular reason?”
    If he did not already want her, her saucy smirk would have done him in. He smiled, forgetting the president’s presence in his enjoyment of her.
    “Several,” he told her in a conspiratorial tone.
    She started to smile at him, when the president cleared his throat. Her smile slid off her face and guilty look took its place. He slowly turned his head to pin the other man with a glare.
    “I think this meeting is over.”
    As loathe as he was to leave Abigail’s presence, he could not stay near the president a moment longer without causing him irreparable bodily harm. Something he did not think she would appreciate. He rose to his feet and stalked toward the door, without giving either of them another look.

Chapter Two
Eye of Fire
    “Love in its essence is spiritual fire.”
    - Lucius Annaeus Seneca
    Her eyes followed the enigmatic man as he stalked from the room, unable to look away until he vanished through the doorway. The president’s voice jerked her back to attention.
    “Miss Ashley.”
    She whipped around to face him, praying her face was blank and holding none of the intrigue she felt. The prince was rude at best, a terrorist at worst. She had no place finding him the least bit interesting. She straightened her spine.
    “Yes, sir?”
    He was no longer looking at her, already on his feet and walking toward his desk. Back still to her, he said, “Ask the ambassador to meet with me again next week.”
    She blinked at his back. When he offered no further instructions, she snatched the tablet from the couch beside her and headed for the door at a fast limp. Get him to agree to a meeting. She