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rescue will be successful, Donal and Helene are in our prayers, but I know you are already preparing for the worst. If there is anything I can do to help, you have only to ask.”
    “You know me too well, my friend.”
    He’d met the older man when he was fourteen and Julian’s family visited Pasadonia to witness the crowning of the new ruler, Prince Jean Claude Antoine Carrere. He’d been kind to an awkward kid on an occasion when he could be forgiven for being overwhelmed by his own agenda. Their relationship had grown through the years, and Julian looked on Jean Claude as one of his closest friends and advisors. The fact he was a well-respected world leader only added to the value of his offer.
    “My mind boggles at all that must be done. But in truth I cannot focus on anything beyond finding Donal.”
    “Understandable.” Jean Claude nodded. “I have my experts watching the weather and will provide you with any updates as soon as I receive them.”
    “I appreciate it.” Julian chafed again at the delay keeping him from returning to France. “I’m anxious to get back to the rescue operations.”
    “Yes. It is unfortunate that Sammy’s condition has delayed you. It is admirable of you to put his needs first. He has had a difficult time missing his parents.”
    Julian clenched his jaw in irritation. “It was upsetting to learn he’d been told of the crash.”
    “It was not intentional,” Bernadette rushed to assure him. “Tessa—”
    “Excuse me, Your Highness.” Jean Claude’s assistant appeared at his side and handed him a folder. “The current weather report. And the call you were waiting for is holding.”
    “I shall be right there.” The Prince glanced at the report and then handed it to Julian. “Not much change. I have to take this call. We will talk before you leave in the morning. Bernadette.”
    The Princess gracefully stood and rounded the table. She stopped and kissed Julian’s cheek. “Stay. Finish your meal. A porter will show you to your room.”
    He cleared his throat. “Don’t worry about me.”
    She sighed. “But I do. Good night, mon ami . If you wish to get some air, use the courtyard. The press are everywhere.”
    The Prince and Princess left the room hand in hand, an obvious unit set to deal with whatever business awaited them.
    For a moment Julian envied his friend. Usually an insular man, it might be nice to have someone to talk to right now. Due to his father’s frail health, Julian couldn’t burden him with his worries, and it would be inappropriate to discuss family affairs with outsiders.
    No longer hungry, he followed the porter to his room. When the elevator opened on his floor, Samson’s cries pinpointed Julian’s destination.
    He rushed forward then waited impatiently for the porter to open the door. Inside he found Tessa walking Samson, both were in tears. Julian briskly made his way toward the two only to come to a dead stop next to them. What to do?
    “What’s the problem?” he demanded.
    “The doctor advised me to wake him and check his pupils. Only he wouldn’t go back to sleep. He started crying, and nothing I’ve done has helped.”
    “K-k’tina.” Samson’s breath hitched on the wail, but his message was clear.
    “He keeps asking for her,” Tessa revealed, the plea in her eyes as heart wrenching as Samson’s tears.
    Julian set his back teeth. The woman had caused this problem; it went against everything in him to reach out to her for help.
    Feeling helpless, watching both woman and child struggle, he racked his mind for something to do to right the situation. But for all his considerable knowledge and his massive IQ, he lacked experience dealing with women and children, let alone both in a state of distress.
    Considering distraction to be an option, he tried to take the boy.
    “No!” Samson screamed and hit out at him. “K’tina!”
    Bloody hell, he rebelled against drawing that woman back into his nephew’s life. She was the reason