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I wrap my towel around myself and tuck in the corner before I open the door. My stomach knots into a nice little bow when Noah’s lips part with surprise.

“Hey.” I lean against the doorframe, pretending I know how to be sexy. “Good morning.”

Noah groans, closing his eyes. “I hate Cassian.”

That’s not exactly the response I was hoping for. Ditching the sultry act, I straighten. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“The doctors want to run a plethora of tests on him, so they’re keeping him for at least another day.”

“They can’t use him for a test subject. He has to be in Bucharest by tomorrow.”

“Him…or his heir.”

It takes me several seconds to process that. “But you’re Cassian’s heir.”

“I’m afraid so.”

“He’s sending you toRomania?” I exclaim. “Are you serious?”

“Well, technically, he’d like to sendus.”

I blink at Noah. “Why would he send me? I’m a walking liability.”

Noah frowns, studying me. “I’m afraid that’s the point.”

“You’re being cryptic.”

“How do you feel about playing spy?”

I eye him, not liking where this conversation is going. “What?”

“Cassian wants to set Jameson up. He’s hoping he’ll kidnap you before the announcements. We’ll plant a camera and microphone on you. All you need to do is try to get a confession out of him.”

I stare at him for several long seconds. “You aren’t serious.”

“I wish I wasn’t.”

“What if he, I don’t know,tries to kill me?”

“He won’t—not until after the announcement is made. He’ll need you alive to manipulate me into turning down Cassian’s nomination.”

“Do you think I can do this?” I whisper incredulously.

“I think Jameson is going to steal the throne if you can’t, and that’s not good news for any of us.”

Crap.

“Okay, let’s say I agree to this—I don’t even have a passport.”

“Cassian is taking care of it.”

“What does that even mean?”

Noah stretches his neck, letting his eyes drift over my towel. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Would you stop saying that?!”

Noah chuckles. “Whether you decide to do this or not, I’m not leaving you alone in Miami. We need to be at the airport in thirty minutes, or we’ll have to run to our gate.”