Chapter 2Later, after Val left the prince to rest, he ran around his office looking in several drawers until he found it—his gun. His salvation. He picked it up and held it in his hands, feeling the slick steel. Cold, hard, and scary. He hated guns as a rule, but now he was glad he had it in case he needed it. It sounded like this guy, whoever he was, had some mental problems, and the gun would come in handy if he started acting crazy. He shook his head to clear it. Sleep had begun nipping at his consciousness, but he refused to give in. Instead, with the gun in his hands, he turned and looked upward, his gaze begging to pierce the high beams of the den ceiling and into the tower room. He was sure the so-called prince was hungry, but had forgotten to offer him some food. He’d have to go up
