Misha was just glad to be back in class and doing something normal. He'd had to stay out to keep the school from being disrupted when the Romanov news broke, and then again when Mom stepped down for Mikhail to take over. Every reporter wanted to know how he felt about it. There wasn't a lot to say. Crown prince or the second in line, it didn't matter when the government was ready to auction his ass off to the loftiest titled woman they could find.
He was packing up his book and notebook, ready to disappear to Big Nick's and eat his way through a triple decker Big Nick's special and a couple of beers while he studied for the test next week when the book landing on the floor made him freeze for a second. It was a hold over from the last kidnapping. Still as jumpy as hell, though he tried to hide it so his minders wouldn't report it.
He leaned over to pick it up and hand it back with a smile to the pretty redhead. The day was never a bad one when a pretty girl smiled back. "Here you go."
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