“Which mines does he want to open?” She shouldn’t care, she thought. She shouldn’t!

‘All of them.’

‘All? The island will be ripped apart.’

‘You think Demos cares?’

She stared at him, but she was no longer seeing him. Argyros…The Diamond Isles. Three magic island nations in the Mediterranean. All whitewashed stone, steep cliffs, sapphire seas. Three diamonds glittering in the sun.

Home.

Once upon a time the Isles had been three separate nations-Sappheiros, Argyros and Khryseis, but for the last two hundred years they’d been ruled as a Kingdom. Now, however, with the death of King Giorgos without an heir, the islands were Principalities again.

And she was Crown Princess Athena.

Ha. She’d walked away from the royal title when she’d walked away from the island, but it always had been a hollow tag.

Nikos had more right to rule than she, she thought. He’d lived and worked on Argyros all his life. He loved it.

And Demos?

Demos was the son of Athena’s uncle. Because his father was younger than Athena’s mother, he was second in the ancient lineage where she was first. But neither of them had expected to rule.

From time to time she’d read about Demos in the society pages. Whereas she’d left her title of Princess on the island, Demos still valued the title Prince and he used it.

He’d phoned her a week ago and asked that she abdicate and leave the Crown to him. She’d tentatively agreed, because what was the alternative? Going home…going back herself was impossible.

‘Demos arrived back on the island the day after we learned the King’s rule was ended,’ Nikos said, and she realised he’d been following her thoughts. ‘He wants it so badly he’ll do whatever it takes to get it. He’s assuming you don’t want it. Do you know why?’

‘He rang and asked.’

‘Alexandros rang you as well.’

‘Yes.’ Alexandros, the new crown Prince of Sappheiros, was trying to untangle the mess that was the succession.

‘And you told him you were confused.’

‘I was,’ she said. ‘Until Demos phoned.’

‘So you’d let Demos have it?’

‘It’s an empty title anyway. Demos will enjoy it. And how can I come home now?’ she demanded.

‘It’s not an empty title. Not if he opens the diamond mines.’

‘It doesn’t matter. It can’t matter. My life is here.’

‘It’s not much of a life if it doesn’t include crêpes. Or soufflé. Hey, look at this!’

The house speciality was arriving. The soufflé. This dish was famous. How had Nikos manoeuvred his way in here?

‘Who do you think you are?’ she demanded, and he grinned.

‘A fisherman from Argyros. A kid in a lolly shop. Wow! Shut up and eat, Thene. This food needs serious respect.’

She opened her mouth to deny it. She so did not need another sweet.

Her raspberry soufflé was exploding upward and outward, crusty, dusted with sugar, irresistible. While she thought weakly about denial, the waiter produced a jug and poured a thin, hot trickle of blood-red juice down into the soufflé. The crust burst at the centre, the soufflé swallowed the juice and Athena conceded that maybe Nikos was right. This demanded serious respect.

She shut up and ate.

Heaven. Right here on the plate. Seriously wonderful food…

Missing out on such treats was the price she paid for being where she was. If she got up at five tomorrow and jogged double her normal distance…Maybe…

‘Let it go, Thene,’ Nick said. He was wiping the inside of his bowl with his forefinger and licking in deep appreciation. ‘You had a bigger butt when you were eleven. It’s not natural.’

‘It’s what I do.’ She finished and set down her spoon. Who licked their fingers?

She had a sudden blast of memory. Nikos’s mother, Annia, standing at her kitchen table, endlessly baking. She remembered a plum pie that was to die for…

Before she could help herself, she let her finger drop into the bowl, ran it round the edges and licked. Not sure whether she was tasting soufflé now, or pie from the past.

‘How’s your mother?’ she asked.

“Great,” Nikos said. “She sends her love. She says come home-though if I take you home looking like this she’ll have forty fits.’

‘I loved your mother.’

It was said without thinking. She hadn’t meant it. Or…she hadn’t meant to say it.

‘She hated it when you went away, Thene.’

‘Yeah. Well.’ Suddenly she’d had enough. More than enough. Emotion was threatening to overwhelm her. She stood up, too fast. It made her feel dizzy. Disoriented. Nikos was beside her in a flash, gripping her elbow, supporting her.

She should wrench away. He made her…melt.

‘I need to go home.’

‘My car’s close.’

‘You have a car? Here? In Manhattan?’

‘Borrowed from Stefanos.’

Stefanos. Of course. The third member of the guardians.

Stefanos, Alexandros and Nikos had been friends from childhood. Three intelligent boys, bound by one common goal. To free their respective islands.

They’d run together as a pack. Only, of course, while Giorgos was alive they could do nothing. But now…

‘Stefanos is still in New York?’ she asked. She’d seen him once, when she’d walked into a city hospital to visit a friend. She’d turned and walked out before he’d seen her. She’d even thought of moving to another city because he was here. But that was ridiculous. It was a big city.

‘Stefanos is in Australia trying to find the heir to the throne of Khryseis. He’s Prince Regent of that island. Like you, he doesn’t have a choice.’

‘I do have a choice,’ she snapped. ‘And one of them is to make my own way home. To my home. To where I live now.’

‘How do you get home from here?’ he asked, as if mildly interested, not taking up her nuances. ‘A cab? I’ll drive you.’

‘I ride the subway.’

‘The subway…’

‘This is my neighbourhood, Nikos,’ she said, and made her voice sound sure and mature and…determined. ‘This is where I live. But I need to go. Oscar and Nicholas are expecting me.’

‘Who are Oscar and Nicholas?’

‘My family,’ she said, and the thought of Nicholas brought fear flooding back. ‘So…so, if you’ll excuse me…Oh, you need to pay? Sorry if I don’t wait. Goodnight.’

And she turned and walked from the restaurant.

When she reached the pavement she slipped off her shoes and she started to run.

CHAPTER TWO

CARRIE was watching TV when she let herself into her apartment. Lovely, comforting Carrie, middle-aged and buxom, knitting endless squares to turn into endless blankets for the homeless. She closed the door, leant on it as if to lock the world out and let herself be comforted by the domesticity in front of her.

Oscar was lying draped over Carrie’s feet. The big basset hound looked up at her with soulful reproach, as if to say, You expect me to get up at this time of night? You need to be kidding.

She smiled. Oscar helped as well.

‘Hey, great jacket,’ Carrie said equably from the couch. ‘You swap jackets with a boy?’

Whoops. She’d forgotten she was wearing it. Or maybe subconsciously she’d known, and she liked it. She fingered the soft, worn leather and found comfort there as well.

‘Yep,’ she said.

‘A good-looking one?’

‘Yep to that as well. Really good-looking.’

‘Excellent,’ Carrie said and dumped her knitting into her carrier bag. ‘He ask you out?’

‘We did already. We ate soufflé and crêpes.’

‘And crêpes? Wow. You going to see him again?’

‘Once is enough.’ Once in one lifetime.

Carrie’s face puckered into disappointment. ‘Why the heck?’ she demanded, seriously displeased. ‘You know I can take Nicky whenever you want. You need a love life.’

‘I’ve had one.’

‘But you’ve kept his jacket,’ Carrie said, thoughtful. ‘Smart girl. A guy’s going to miss a jacket like that. Does he know where you live?’

‘No. I’ll post it to him.’

‘Don’t post it for a couple of days,’ Carrie said. ‘Give the man a challenge.’ She pushed her more than ample self to her feet, made her way across the room and gave Athena a hug. ‘You deserve some excitement. And Nicky needs a dad.’

‘Carrie…’

‘Just saying,’ Carrie said placidly. ‘Just going.’

And she went. Leaving silence.

She sat, on cushions still warm from Carrie. She stared mindlessly at the soap Carrie had been watching. Oscar sighed, heaved himself sideways and redraped himself over her feet.

She needed comfort.

She needed to stop being angry.

Why the anger? After ten years, surely she had no right to still be angry with Nikos.

Or maybe she had. Ten years ago she’d ached for him to follow her. Just one word…something…a message to find out if she was okay. Her aunt had known her address. Nikos had known her aunt.

But it was as if the moment she’d walked off the island she’d walked out of Nikos’s life. And now…here he was, demanding she take a part in the island’s future. Demanding she think about Argyros.

And all she could think was that she hadn’t told him he had a son.

He was here. The time to tell him was now.

The time to tell him was ten years ago. For him to find out now…

It had to happen. She had to find the courage.

Maybe he’d leave without trying to see her again. Maybe she’d have to go to Argyros to tell him.

He was in New York right now. She had to get over her anger and tell him.

And then say goodbye. For to go back to Argyros…Even if Demos were to destroy the island with his greed for diamonds…

No. It couldn’t happen. She’d have to do something.

What?

Nothing, she told herself, but there was desperation behind the word.

It had to be nothing. She’d left Argyros behind. That first dreadful year, she’d coped with homesickness, isolation, fear, and the birth of Nicky, and she’d faced it alone. She’d fought to make herself a living, knowing she was all her baby had. That which doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. The often used platitude had become her mantra.