I’m the most powerful woman in the world, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. It may surprise you to learn that Her Majesty the Queen is as vulnerable to a bullet as anyone else.

Especially when someone would rather see me in a body bag than on the throne.

This is inconvenient for several reasons. One, I’m rather attached to staying alive. And two, Henry is back in Wesbourne and has decided that the safest place for me is locked inside his ridiculously pretentious penthouse. 

Yes, I’m aware being roommates with a sexy billionaire sounds like a fantasy. Trust me, it’s not.

Because Henry isn’t just insanely rich and intoxicatingly attractive. He’s the man who has broken my heart more times than I care to count. The man who knows exactly how to get under my skin, into my head . . . and dangerously close to my defenses.

Every glance feels loaded. Every conversation turns into a battlefield. And the longer we’re forced into close quarters, the harder it becomes to tell which threat is more dangerous—the one waiting outside, or the man inside.

Henry wants me to trust him, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s to trust no one. If something gets broken this time around, I can promise you one thing.

It won’t be my heart.