his eyes scanned the hallway as he said, “He found out the same way the journalists did,” he said, accepting that answering her question was the only way to get her to move again, other than tossing her over his shoulder and carrying her to safety.
“Ah,” she replied, as if that explained everything. But it didn"t. She was still confused but she sensed that there was still some danger so she started moving again. Unfortunately, nothing really made sense. It was as if the world had flipped over on it"s side and this mad dash to some unknown destination was scaring her more than the journalists, which was saying a lot. Within moments, Gerrard pushed her out a side door and into a limousine that was already at the end of the sidewalk, the back door open and ready for her to dive into the dark sanctuary.
“Where are we going?” she asked breathlessly. “The other limousine was being followed. I"m trying to get you to a new one that they don"t know about.”
Electra understood and walked faster, following his directions as he took her through the building and out a side door. Regrettably, their ruse didn"t work. As soon as they"d burst through a side door, the photographers were waiting for her. The only good part was that they had their backs to the door she had just left so Gerrard hurried her to the car.
The photographers spotted her seconds before the door slammed shut behind her. Within moments of the door shutting, the car was pulling smoothly away from the curb and she could only stare at the frenzied press that were bearing down on the guards. Very efficiently, the guards Dharr had sent moved the reporters away from the building. She lost sight of the mass when the limousine turned the corner and she had breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn"t been left alone to deal with their madness.
She didn"t notice the passing of the scenery as the car drove through the streets. Her mind was frantically trying to make sense out of the situation. She thought back to all the times they"d been together, trying to figure out if there had been a point in time when he"d accidentally told her about who he was. Her mind raced through all of their encounters, putting the words together again and trying to decipher a different meaning to them. But nothing he"d said would make her think he was anything other than a wealthy man with varied business interests.
She but wasn"t surprised when the car pulled up outside Dharr"s London building. Gerrard held the door open and she noticed Micha and Sam standing sentry beside the private elevator, their eyes surveying the surroundings, alert to any potential threats. She shook her head as she gazed out from the darkened interior of the limousine. “I"m not going in there,” she said, angrily wiping away the tears that started to fall more heavily.
“Your grandmother is upstairs,” Gerrard said carefully. “And it is not safe out here. Not anymore.”
Her eyes widened with his comments. “What do you mean? Why „not anymore"?” she demanded. “What"s happened between yesterday and now besides me looking like a fool?”
Gerrard"s eyes clouded over with concern and he shook his head sadly. “You must come inside,” he repeated. “You will understand once His Highness explains. It is not my place to discuss this situation with you.”
Electra"s heart contracted slightly when she heard Gerrard refer to Dharr with a royal title. This wasn"t fair! None of it was fair! But it wasn"t real, was it? She wasn"t really having an affair with her guardian, who just happened to be a king, who just happened to also be the man who had made her life so miserable for years. This is all some horrible dream that would disappear as soon as she could wake up.
Huddling in the corner of the large, luxurious vehicle, she stared into the depths of nothing. Her grief over the loss of her relationship, or what she thought of as a relationship, was deep and painful. “Please tell me all of this isn"t really happening,” she whispered desperately. “I don"t want to go up there, Gerrard. Couldn"t you please just take me somewhere else? I promise I"ll hide until all this mess is cleared up.”
G errard didn"t even hesitate before shaking his head adamantly. “I cannot disobey orders from the King,” he explained. In a more gentle tone he said, “You must confront him