trembling in her hand had ebbed. The holding had all been on his part to begin with but now he could feel a return pressure from that small hand he was holding and it made him feel...good. Protective. She hadnât wanted him to touch her but sheâd allowed it when sheâd reached the end of her endurance. She was trusting him and he wasnât going to break that trust. He would look after this wild creature of a woman until he was absolutely sure she was okay. âDonât worry,â he told her. âItâll wear off as soon as you donât have that drop beside you.â âI know.â It sounded like she was speaking through gritted teeth. âItâs nothing to be ashamed of,â he added. âVertigo is like altitude sickness. It makes no difference how fit or strong you are. These things just happen.â A tiny huff of sound suggested that Mika didnât let things just happen to her and Raoul felt a flash of empathy. Imagine if it had happened to him. If heâd set out to discover the qualities in himself that would allow him to face his future with confidence and heâd been left helpless and totally dependent on the kindness of a stranger... Oddly, he felt almost envious of Mika. Maybe it took something that dramatic to strip away every layer that life had cloaked you with. To face that kind of fear would certainly reveal any strengths or weaknesses. Maybe the kind of challenge he needed was something like Mika had just facedâsomething that you would never choose voluntarily. But you couldnât create one. Like the vertigo heâd told her about, it either happened or it didnât. He was facing an unexpected development, howeverâa small thing, compared to Mikaâs challenge, but how on earth was he going to cope with losing that backpack? The clothing and toiletries didnât matter but heâd lost his wallet, passport and phone. It would be easy enough to place a call from a public telephone to request help but, even if his grandmother said nothing, he would hear the subtext of âI told you soâ. Going incognito to be a nobody in the real world was not something a prince should do. It wasnât who he was. Failure wasnât an option. He just needed to come up with a new plan. Maybe heâd find inspiration by the time this walk was over. The sigh he blocked after a few minutes of nothing remotely inspirational occurring seemed to transfer itself to Mika, as she pulled her hand from his. âIâm okay now.â Heâd been so lost in his thoughts that Raoul hadnât noticed how the track had changed. They werenât on a cliff edge any more. The path had widened and there were trees on either side. A glance at Mika and the change he saw in her appearance was startling. She was still pale but the tension in her face and the panic in her eyes had gone. And, if that hadnât made her look different enough, her mouthed curved into a grin that he could only describe as cheeky. âStupid, huh?â It was impossible not to grin back. âNot at all. Like I said, it can happen to anybody.â âItâs like a switch has been flicked off. Now that I canât see the cliff, Iâm fine.â She ducked her head and when she looked up again there was something soft in her eyes. Something that made Raoul feel a flush of warmth like the tingle you got when you held cold hands out to a fire. âThank you so much. I... I think you might have saved my life.â âIt was my pleasure.â The words were quiet but he meant every one of them. Oddly, he needed to clear his throat after heâd uttered them. âLetâs hope there are no more open parts to the track.â âI donât think there are. We should get to the village of Nocelle soon and then itâs just a whole lot more steps down into Positano.â Mika raised her eyebrows. âI wonder if the