Pregnant with the Prince's Child by Raye Morgan Page A

situation. You see, he has this amnesia thing and so he doesn’t remember me. But we knew each other quite well and…”
    “Say no more,” Pellea said as though she understood everything that was still unspoken. “I get the picture and I trust you. I can hear your honesty in your voice. I want you to come to the castle with him.”
    “Oh, Your Highness…” That was something she hadn’t expected.
    “And call me Pellea. I know we’re going to be good friends.”
    Call me Pellea. This was the Queen of Ambria talking to her like this. She was touched and grateful. “Oh, I hope so.”
    “I’ll get the medics ready to roll. Someone will call when they are on their way.”
    “Thank you so much.”
    She rang off and turned to go to Mykal, but Kylos was standing just a few feet away, glaring at her and her heart jumped.
    “So you knew him before, did you? I knew there was something fishy about you. Why keep it a secret? What’s your angle?”
    Mentally, she shook herself. It wasn’t easy making the transition from the queen’s kind generosity to Kylos’s feral animosity.
    She looked toward the bedroom. She really wanted to go in and see about Mykal. “It’s a long story and I…”
    He grabbed her arm, fingers digging in. “You’re a lying little thief, aren’t you?”
    She looked up into his face. She had the urge to send him sprawling again, but she resisted it. “No. No, I swear, I didn’t really lie, I just let you think things that weren’t true.”
    “Oh, really! I’m afraid the subtlety of that distinction is somewhat lost on me, darling.” He squeezed her flesh painfully. “I want an explanation and I want it now.”
    Giving him back as fierce a glare as he was giving her, she began to peel his fingers off her arm, one at a time. “I have to check on your brother first. Then I’ll fill you in on the background to this. I swear.”
    He grabbed her chin in his other hand, holding it roughly. “You’d better keep that promise. I’ll give you exactly ten minutes and if you don’t meet me back here, I’ll tell Mykal what a lying little rat you are.”
    And then, to her surprise, he let her go. As she hurried back to the bedroom, she couldn’t help but wonder at his motives. He must want to know her story awfully badly to bargain with her like this. And the way he’d said it implied he wasn’t planning to kick her out—at least not yet.
    But was he going to tell Mykal? Maybe yes, maybe no.
    Mykal looked drained but recovering his strength. He gave her a crooked smile as she came in and began fussing around him. “Who was on the phone?” he asked as she poured him a glass of water.
    She flashed him a brilliant smile. “The queen. She wants you there at the castle as soon as possible.”
    “Oh.” He grimaced, looking unhappy. “And what if I decide not to go?”
    “What?” She stared at him, aghast. “Why wouldn’t you want to go?”
    He met her gaze for a long moment and finally he confessed. “I’m not sure I want to be a prince,” he said.

CHAPTER SIX
    J ANIS caught herself and held back the cry of dismay that came quickly to her lips. “But…” She swallowed hard. “Mykal, if you are one of the royal DeAngelis family, you can’t pretend you’re not. The DNA doesn’t lie. If the final judgment says you’re a prince, you’re a prince. You don’t get to pick and choose, do you?”
    “Imprisoned by my bloodline. Is that the way it goes?”
    She bit her lip, thinking how that statement could apply to her as well as to him. She’d been trapped by her family’s past and she’d worked hard to put it behind her, only to have it crop up again and again.
    But that background was criminal and she’d known it could ruin her chances of a decent life. This was so different. His true ancestry could transform his life into something so wonderful. But obviously, that wasn’t the way he was looking at it.
    “I’ll make the decision on what I want to do with my future,” he