Jonah told them. The men glanced at each other nervously. Bria thought they also looked guilty and ill at ease. The level of tension in the room was thick as a gathering thundercloud. She tried to read their expressions. They knew something was up, but she suspected they weren’t yet aware that whoever they worked for was sending in reinforcements.Or maybe they did.“The princess is missing a valuable family heirloom. I’m not accusing anyone,” Jonah added as mutters rippled through the crowd, “but this is a serious issue. The princess assures me that as long as she gets the piece back, there will be no charges filed.”“What is missing?” Basim demanded, his eyes narrow dark slits, his anger palpable, his handsome face ugly with contempt.The look he gave her made Bria’s skin crawl. “The person who took it knows.” Bria made no attempt to straighten her clothing or mess with her hair. Both were a lost cause. Straightening her spine, she transformed her features into a mask of righteous, royal annoyance and pretended she was wearing silk and a tiara.
