Chapter 10
Frankie
An hour later, my ears are still ringing. From the ambulance siren—which sounds different here than in America. From the shouts of the poor photographer—who landed on some shrubbery. “Not badly hurt,” Daniel informed us after he spoke to the chief of police. “More than he deserved.”
The camera didn’t survive intact. Thank goodness.
We’re in the car, Benedict and I. Benedict’s transformed back into The Duke. I can tell. He was so different—still dominant, but warm and gentle last night. Right now, his profile might as well be carved in stone.
“This cannot stand,” he says suddenly.
“It’s not your fault.” Biting my lip, I take a chance. I wind myself around him, drawing him away from the window into the heat of my body. He allows me to cuddle close, tucking my head un
