She followed him down a short hallway to a large, elaborate door. “Everything from your hotel is here. If you need anything else, just let me know.”
Her eyes widened when they entered the room. Well, a series of rooms, almost bigger than the apartment she had in Andalusia. And much nicer. The wardrobe was neatly arranged with her blouses, her jeans, even the soft sweater she had bought at Treks. Someone had unpacked her life with more care than she usually gave herself.
She turned toward him. “You went through my things.”
His mouth curved, a flicker at the corner of his lips. “I didn’t personally, but Lars made sure everything was safe.”
“He made sure that I was safe.”
Sven shrugged. “Like I said, he’s on your side now. He’ll tell you that when he’s wrong, he admits it.”
The way he said it made her pulse trip.Safe.It was the first time she actually felt a word.
She should have been furious. And yet, as he reached past her to pick up a remote on the dresser, his hand brushed hers and lingered just a second longer than necessary.
She tried to focus. He hadn’t just brought her here. He’d brought herlifehere. And she had just decided that she would never see him again.
He showed her the remote. “Television, stereo if you want music, and this button rings the staff.”
Bryn snatched the remote. Her heart thudded so hard she was sure he could hear it.
“Get dressed,” Sven said with a voice steadier than hers would have been. But when his eyes met hers, they weren’t steady at all. She saw the same heat she felt reflected back at her. Restrained, but very real. “I’ll be back in an hour.”
When the door clicked behind him, Bryn let out her breath. How she was going to live right down the hall from him was beyond her. She looked around and a wet strand of hair fell against her cheek.
First things first. She whirled and headed for the shower.
Chapter Ten
Sven
Martin held up a warning finger when Sven walked into the castle infirmary. Two nurses were bent over an exam table, and he could see Eva’s pale face in between them.
He moved up close to Martin and whispered. “How is she?”
“She’s holding her own.” The doctor motioned to the nurses. “They’re finishing up the stitches and I didn’t want you to startle them when you came in.”
“Any idea what happened?”
“Lars was just here asking the same thing.” Martin gave a quick shrug. “Like I told him. Eva hasn’t regained consciousness yet. Her head took some real trauma when her car flipped, and we have to give her brain a chance to heal before we try to get answers out of her.”
Sven squeezed Martin’s arm. “Do your best and keep her safe. We’ll figure it out.”
“I always do my best,” came the reply with no humor. “I really wish Eva had the dragon power of healing.” Eva, while a trusted member of the royal staff who had taken a pledge of confidentiality, was a mere human. “Have you told your grandmother yet? We’ll have to find her a new nurse.”
“Personal assistant,” Sven corrected with a slight grin. “You know how Grandmother hates thinking she needs a full time nurse. And I think I might have a solution for that.”
One of the nurses motioned for Martin. He gave Sven a glance. “Keep me in the loop and I’ll let you know as soon as she wakes up. Just don’t think it’s going to be any time soon.”
Lars walked down the hallway when Sven left the sick bay. From the expression on his face, the news was not going to be pretty.
“We talked to a few people who witnessed Eva’s attack.”
Sven merely nodded and waited.
“To her credit, Eva put up quite a fight. They had to chase her, and she led them away from the castle.”
That surprised Sven. “Away?”
