"Ma'am?" The bald one speaks first.
"The beginning of wisdom is the statement 'I do not know.'"
"What?" the younger blond one asks, interrupting my monologue, but I keep going.
"The person who cannot make that statement is one who will never learn anything. And I have prided myself on my ability to learn.”
"We're going to have to ask you to leave," Baldy says.
"What's that, Trall?" the other asks.
"Yes!" I can't believe he got that.
"The lightsaber was throwing me."
"Do not question my weapons, human." I guess I'm leaning into Warcraft. I keep going and go into another monologue. I get further this time before I have no choice but to stop. “Don't!" I bring my lightsaber down on the desk. "You're not calling anyone."
I glance over my shoulder to see a couple of men in all-black suits rushing in toward the elevators.
"Why didn't you stop them?" I point over my shoulder with my thumb.
"They are free to come and go."
"Is it because I'm a girl? My age? My crown?!" I try to act super offended.
"No." Baldly shakes his head. "It's because of?—"
"Me," a male with a deep voice says from right behind me. I slowly turn to meet the chest of a swanky suit. I know who it is instantly. I may have googled him more than once. My eyes lock with Tristan's. Oh crap, this is not good.
"Mr. Vanderbilt, we were just escorting her out."
"She's not going anywhere." He grabs my elbow.
"Hey," I say, trying to jerk my arm away. "Stranger danger!"
"You want to see Lily?" he asks.
"It's okay," I tell the two security men. "No need to call the police on Tristan here."
Blondy snorts a laugh. "We would never do that."
"But he was kidnapping me," I point out. The hell, man? No wonder Lily is trapped here.
"This conversation is over," Tristan tells all of them and starts pulling me back toward the elevators. I go with him because why not? He's not going to keep me captive. "You think you could pull one over on me?" Tristan asks when the elevator doors close, leaving us all alone.
What does Lily see in this man? He's tall with dark hair and deep blue eyes. They are striking, and he's pretty. Not a bad build, but Killian's is better.
"I think you're a jerk face." I glare up at him. "You don't know who you're messing with."
"Oh, I know." He gives a slow, icy smirk. "Killian Kotov is here." Wait, does he have him? Did we walk right into a trap? I do the only thing I can think of to get me out of this situation. I hit Tristan Vanderbilt with my taser.
Chapter Twenty-Six
KILLIAN
“This is not going according to plan," Lily hisses.
“Keep moving,” I order her.
