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daydreams. “Anyway, why are you here? Your five minutes started
already.”
    “I want to know why you were in the bar. There is no way you
should have been able to enter the premises and also…” he paused and shoved his
hands in his coat pocket, “why were you with the prince?”
    “The prince?” She laughed. “Who is the prince? I was having
a drink with an old family friend. And what is so special about this bar? You
really are an ass to assume I’m not good enough to be in your bar.”
    His eyes softened. “I’m sorry if I gave the impression that
you aren’t good enough. The bar is a special place for a certain caliber of
people to mingle. It’s not a place for regular humans.” His eyes settled on the
box, he reached out and picked up the red cloak. His fingers trailed along the
white fur trim. “Wolf’s fur?”
    Luc licked his lips. It was the simplest of actions and one
that shouldn’t have made her shiver but she couldn’t help it. He looked up and
met her gaze. “It all makes sense now, Red.”

Chapter Two
     
    Rowan wrinkled her nose. “You’re crazy, aren’t you?”
    “I am hardly crazy. I think I might be the only one around
here who actually knows what is going on.” He held up the cloak. “You, my dear,
are in trouble. You have something that doesn’t belong to you.”
    She snatched the cloak out of his hand and shoved it back in
the box. “Don’t touch my stuff and I didn’t steal this cape-thingy if that is
what you are implying.”
    He leaned against the wall and shrugged his shoulders. “It
belonged to your mother, didn’t it?”
    She looked away and shrugged. “I guess so.”
    “Your parents died when you were young? An accident perhaps?
They had been away on a trip, maybe visiting family when they died?” Her face
paled as he continued, “Am I getting warm, Red?”
    “I don’t know how you know all of that but your five minutes
are up, Mr. Marrok.”
    He glanced at his watch and shook his head. “I’ve got a few
more minutes actually. So let’s change the subject. How do you know the good
Prince Phillip?”
    “Um… Regular Phillip, he isn’t a prince. And his father was
friends with my parents. He helped them move to St. Louis when I was little.”
    “And after your parents’ accident, Phillip’s father kept in
touch?”
    “Who are you, really?”
    “I’m a prince in my own right, I suppose. Though my family
doesn’t use such titles.” He ran his finger over one of the daggers. “Shall we
unlock some of your memories, Red?”
    “Unlock—” She started to question what he meant but his
constant need to annoy her had her clenching her fists at her side. “I have a
damn name, use it.”
    “Indeed you do. Your name is Rowan. Rowan means red.” He
laughed as she raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t know that, did you? Your mother’s
name was Ruby, which also means red. Your grandmother, her name is Scarlet,
again it means red. Shall I keep going down your family line or are you
satisfied now?”
    “Satisfied? You just opened up a whole other line of
questions for yourself, Mr. Marrok.”
    “Call me Luc. There is no need to be so formal when our
families have such a long history together.”
    Rowan padded into the kitchen. “I need a drink. You
seriously know how to give a girl a headache.” She opened the fridge and pulled
out a beer just as he rounded the corner. “Want one?” He nodded. She grabbed
another bottle and kicked the refrigerator door closed. “Every time you speak I
just have more questions, so why don’t we just cut to the chase. What do you
want?”
    He took the bottle and twisted the top off. “I want to help
you, believe it or not. Your fairy godmother must have been working overtime to
get us to meet the way we did.” He took a drink and winked over the rim of the
bottle at her. “That was her, you know, in the museum. She was trying to look
out for you.”
    Rowan laughed and practically choked on her beer. “The old
woman