“You stop right there,” Tina said. She put my coffee down on the table in front of me, a little too hard. A blob of whipped cream slid off the top and started melting down the side.
“Peter, you are not going to sell our daughter to settle a debt,” she said, staring daggers at him.
“It’s okay,” I said, and I reached out to Tina. She pulled away.
“It’s not okay,” Evan snapped.
I already had the gold business card, and my cell phone, in my hand.
“It’s actually my choice, alright?” I said. That got them to quiet down.
I made the call.
While it rang I took a few shallow breaths and tried to prepare what I was going to say. I didn’t plan to, but when the line picked up I just started talking before the prince could answer. The words just rushed out.
“Hello Nolan — I mean, Your Highness
