Donovan?” Kerry jerked awake at the sound of the driver’s voice. The car was beginning to slow, and when she leaned forward, she saw the illuminated façade of Clarence House just up ahead. “We’ve nearly arrived,” the driver continued. “You’d best conceal yourself.” “Of course. Thank you.” Blinking away her fatigue, Kerry struggled to focus. It was highly unlike her to doze off under any circumstances, and yet she had somehow fallen asleep in the car that was bringing her to London to be reunited with Sasha. Mindful of the driver’s instructions, she reached for the blanket on the seat next to her. Sasha’s text this morning had advised her to hide under it as the car entered the front gate. Feeling rather silly, she unbuckled her seatbelt, lay on the bench, and pulled the scratchy wool over her head and body. Her eyes felt as gritty as the fabric. The week had been long and grueling as she worked to catch up on her assignments after a weekend abroad, and sleep hadn’t come easily without Sasha beside her.
