Chapter 62: Sarkon's Unwanted Past

This spelled danger. A hand slammed on the table, and the prince stood. "Maria!" It was the emerald eyes' turn to protrude with fright. The red-haired beauty frowned, "My God, Paris! You scared me! Yes, I am here. What do you need?" An angry finger shot out at that bewitching face. "You… You…" Maria squinted in puzzlement and with slight irritation. "What is it, Paris?" It was then she saw that his fork was missing. She tilted her head and saw it on the floor. "Oh, you need a fork. Alright, I will get one for you. You do not have to be dramatic about dropping a fork." Paris watched speechless as the dimwit country girl scurried off to the kitchen. Argh! He plopped defeated into his seat. How could he make this stupid girl know that she's talking to one of Lenmont's most dangerous people? The prince straightened his back. His eyes darted around as his mind spun furiously for a solution to the drastic situation at hand. If the panther