CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Prince Lucas listened hard to the dial tone as he gazed out the car's window,.trying desperately to distract himself from the gripping anxiety he felt.

The monotone sound came once.

Twice.

A third.

"Sorry, the number you dialed has not been answered. Please try again later." The feminine message said.

"Why?!" He exclaimed.

"Calm down." His friend and right-hand man Michael said to him.

"It's been hours and she hasn't replied to my texts or answered my calls." "Just hours?" Michael joked.

Prince Lucas looked at him to see him on the verge of laughter. "It's not funny." He said seriously.

He held the phone hard in his hands as his mind raced for reasons why Charlotte wasn't answering his call.

He knew he probably got her upset the night

before but surely 11 missed calls would have her answering by now.

And her phone was still on. So she was purposely not answering his calls. That hurt.

"Have you checked her home?" Michael asked.

"You think she'd be home?" Prince Lucas asked, worry etch