CHAPTER FOUR
Jules forced herself to breathe. That might slow her heart rate.
“Are you injured?” Brandt’s concern over her well-being was unmistakable.
“I’m fine,” Jules assured her brother. She was more interested in the man—the prince—who saved her from hitting the floor and still held her with his strong arms. Such wide shoulders, too.
Awareness seeped through her.
“My apologies.” His deep, rich voice and Spanish accent sent her rapid pulse into a mad sprint. “The kitten darted out of the room before I could grab him.”
Ortiz raised his chin. “As I said, there are no rats in the palace.”
With a sharp inhale, the prince set her on her feet. He kept hold of her after she was standing.
“Stable?” he asked.
She nodded, forcing herself not to stare at his muscular chest and ripped abs
