but scars remained.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said again, but then made a belated attempt to pull herself together. ‘But…it’s nothing to do with me. Nothing from the island’s anything to do with me. My aunt was the last family I had, and she’s dead.’
‘The whole island’s your family. You rule.’ It was said explosively, with passion, and Athena flinched and couldn’t think how to reply.
The crêpes arrived, light and hot, oozing a wonderful lemon liqueur and doused with clotted cream. This was everything she most denied herself in food. Nikos picked up a fork and started in—then paused.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘I didn’t really want these.’
‘You’re ill?’
‘No.’
‘Then eat,’ he said. ‘You’re stupidly thin.’
‘I am not!’
‘Are, too,’ he said, and grinned and suddenly there it was again—the bossiness, the arguments, the fun. Childhood with Nikos had been wonderful. Magic.
‘Can’t make me,’ she responded before she could help herself, a response she’d made over and over as a kid.
His dark eyes gleamed with challenge. ‘Want to bet?’
‘No!’
‘Eat your crêpes, Thene.’
She smiled, despite herself, picked up a fork and ate.
How long since she’d indulged in something this full of calories? They tasted fantastic.
‘You’re not a model,’ Nikos said, halfway through his crêpes and finally pausing for breath. ‘Why starve?’
‘It’s expected,’ she said. ‘You can never be too rich or too thin.’
‘Yeah, I’ve heard that, too,’ he growled. ‘So, they’ll fire you if you gain a pound or six?’
‘That party we were at tonight…If I’d turned up as a size fourteen, you think I’d get a foot in the door?’
‘You’re invited to write about it. Not be it.’
‘I’m part of the scene. They like their scene perfect.’
‘And this is a career you like?’
‘It beats pulling craypots.’
More silence. But he wasn’t angry, she thought. He kept on eating, as if she’d just commented on the weather. She’d never been able to needle him.
Oh, she’d missed him. For ten long years it had felt like an ache, a limb missing, phantom pains shooting when she least expected. Watching him now, it felt as if she was suddenly whole again. He was intent on his pancake, maybe giving her space—who knew with Nikos?
He’d fitted right in with the people at the party, she thought. But then she thought, no. She’d got that wrong.
Nikos was an embodiment of what the people she worked with wanted to be. They went to gyms and solariums and plastic surgeons and every other expensive way to get their bodies to where Nikos had his.
All they had to do was haul fifty or so craypots a day for life, she thought, and found she was smiling.
‘What?’ he said, and she was suddenly smiling straight at him, almost pleading for him to return the smile.
And he did. In force. His smile had the capacity to knock her sideways.
The waiter, about to descend to take away their plates, paused with the strength of it. This was a classy establishment. Their waiter knew enough not to intrude on such a smile.
‘I’ve missed you, Thene,’ Nikos said, and his hand was reaching over the table for hers.
No. She found enough sense to tug her hands off the table and put them sensibly in her lap. But she couldn’t stop herself saying the automatic reply. ‘I’ve missed you, too.’
‘So come home.’
‘Because I’ve missed you?’
‘Because the country needs you.’
Here it was again. Duty. Guilt.
‘No.’
She closed her eyes and the waiter decided it was safe to come close. He cleared the plates and set them again, ready for soufflé. Maybe Nikos was watching her. She didn’t know.
Duty.
It had torn her in two ten years ago. To go back now…
‘You know Demos wants to open the diamond mines again?’ he said, almost conversationally, and her eyes flew open.
‘What the…Why?’
‘He’s wanted to for years. It was only Giorgos’s greed that stopped him. Giorgos wasn’t fussed about mining them—he had more money than he knew what to do with, thankfully. But the royal money chests have gone to Alexandros on Sappheiros. There’s little money in the Argyros exchequer.’
‘Which mines does he want to open?’ She shouldn’t care, she thought. She shouldn’t!
‘All of them.’
‘All? The island will be ripped apart.’
‘You think Demos cares?’
She stared at him, but she was no longer seeing him. Argyros…The Diamond Isles. Three magic island nations in the Mediterranean. All whitewashed stone, steep cliffs, sapphire seas. Three diamonds glittering in the sun.
Home.
Once upon a time the Isles had been three separate nations—Sappheiros, Argyros and Khryseis, but for the last two hundred years they’d been ruled as a Kingdom. Now, however, with the death of King Giorgos without an heir, the islands were Principalities again.
And she was Crown Princess Athena.
Ha. She’d walked away from the royal title when she’d walked away from the island, but it always had been a hollow tag.
Nikos had more right to rule than she, she thought. He’d lived and worked on Argyros all his life. He loved it.
And Demos?
Demos was the son of Athena’s uncle. Because his father was younger than Athena’s mother, he was second in the ancient lineage where she was first. But neither of them had expected to rule.
From time to time she’d read about Demos in the society pages. Whereas she’d left her title of Princess on the island, Demos still valued the title Prince and he used it.
He’d
