CHAPTER TWELVE
The sound of voices woke Jules. Lying in bed, she blinked open her eyes. The bright morning sunlight made her shut them. But she’d glimpsed enough to know this wasn’t her room in Aliestle. She hadn’t been dreaming. Last night had been real.
The sail.
Alejandro.
A shiver ran along her spine.
She’d agreed to race and be on his crew.
Somehow, she would have to be Enrique’s conventional princess-fiancée and Alejandro’s helmsman without allowing the two roles to collide. Her temples throbbed thinking about negotiating the two different worlds without anyone finding out what she was doing.
“The princess is sleeping, sir.” Yvette sounded like she was speaking between clenched teeth. “I won’t wake her unless it’s necessary.”
“This is important,” Brandt countered.
Eyes open,
