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AS HE WATCHED the tiny dot appear through the clouds the ambassador of Niroli’s
throat dried. What if this precious heir to the throne should perish? And with
Nico Fierezza’s addiction to extreme sports that seemed extremely likely; if not
today, then some day soon. The ambassador’s nerves refused to steady even
when the dot turned into six feet four of solid muscle and Nico hit the ground on
target. Only Nico didn’t hit the ground, he landed like a cat.

As someone took away his parachute Nico lifted off his helmet and stared
straight at the ambassador. He had detected the distinguished visitor in the same
instant he had located the cross hairs on his jumping target and was relieved to
see that duty rather than disaster had brought him to the field.

He maintained a distance between himself and the bickering and power play
surrounding his grandfather, King Giorgio of Niroli. The Fierezza family had
ruled Niroli since the Middle Ages, but Nico was a self-made man. Niroli, a tiny
island set like a jewel in the Mediterranean, was prosperous and beautiful
enough to attract the glitterati from every part of the world, which was enough in
itself to keep him away. He had built up his own architectural practice in London
free from royal privilege or favour and could state categorically that everything
he owned he had earned.

He had been drunk on adrenalin when he’d landed, feeling invincible
because he’d survived against the odds the highest jump without oxygen ever
recorded, but calm reason had kicked in reminding him that, like any emotion,
euphoria was a dangerous deception; it clouded the mind.

Tucking his helmet under his arm, he started forward with his usual
purposeful stride. He couldn’t account for the insatiable force driving him. He’d
had a happy childhood, idyllic compared to most, with a mother who adored him
and poured all her love into the family. Perhaps that was it, Nico thought, halting
at a point where he and the ambassador could have some privacy, perhaps men
like him came with an inborn gene that insisted they must break away from
everything that was feminine and soft and loving and drive themselves to the
limit just to know they were alive. His father had done this, taking his yacht to
the limit of its capabilities, killing himself along with his brother and sister-in-
law. It was a miracle his mother had survived and was a lesson he would never
forget.

As the ambassador approached Nico ordered himself to go easy on the man,
but there could be no compromise. He might be the grandson of the king, but he
neither asked for nor expected any favours. ‘Ambassador?’ he said curtly as the
portly man arrived.

‘You recognised me…’ The ambassador gave a nervous laugh.

‘Of course.’ Nico’s voice was clipped and controlled. As always he was
polite, toning down his need to know in deference to the other man’s advanced
age. ‘My mother?’

‘Is quite well, sir. Your grandfather too….’

Nico’s brow furrowed. Why the hesitation? As if he didn’t know. ‘His
Majesty wishes to see me.’ It was a statement rather than a question. Nico never
wasted his breath on unnecessary questions.

‘That is correct, sir.’

The ambassador was distracted briefly by the whoops of celebration from
other skydivers in the competition. Nico’s had been a landslide victory, but he
remained unmoved, his thoughts hidden behind his slate-blue gaze.

As he stroked one hand across the sun-bleached hair he kept aggressively
short, Nico had no idea how intimidating he appeared to the older man. Lean and
tanned from working outside in all weather, Nico Fierezza towered a good six
inches over the ambassador. It didn’t matter that an architectural scheme had
been conceived in the clinical surroundings of his high-tech office-Nico liked
to see his cutting-edge designs up close. So while the ambassador’s hands were
soft and white, Nico’s were weather-beaten and rough, and the ambassador
hardly seemed to have a beard in contrast to Nico’s black, piratical stubble. But
the ambassador worked for a wily monarch and was used to handling every type
of situation. He had recovered from his trot across the airfield and his shrewd
grey eyes missed nothing. He rested super alert like a pulsing brain as Nico
began to speak.

‘Please tell His Majesty that I will attend him the moment my business
allows.’

As a cheer went up and calls rang out for Nico to join the other men on the
podium he made a holding gesture with the flat of his hand.

The ambassador weighed the facts. Nico Fierezza was easily the best of all
the men there. Surely, he must be feeling the same charge they did, the same
adrenalin rush? And yet he appeared to be in no hurry to join the celebrations
and there was no hint of self-congratulation in his expression. He’d heard this
grandson to the king was a stranger to emotion, and it seemed the rumours were
true. Nothing could have suited his purpose bett