I’m the most powerful woman in the world, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. It may surprise you to know that Her Majesty the Queen is as susceptible to a bullet as anyone else.

And someone prefers me in a body bag to a throne.

This is unfortunate for several reasons. 1) I much prefer staying alive, and 2) Henry is back in Wesbourne and has locked me in his ridiculously pretentious penthouse. I know, I know. Being roomies with a sexy billionaire is your fantasy. But it isn’t mine.

Because this is the same guy that has crushed my heart more times than I can count. And I’d rather be in the morgue than to let him take another swing.

If something gets broken this time around, I can promise you one thing.

It won’t be my heart.