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I google the address and sigh when it comes up seven hours away, damn near in Vegas.
“Car ride?” I ask Foxy, who has been laying quietly on the floor since we came back inside.
Maybe a road trip is what I need to clear my head. If I leave now, I should be back before Aspen closes the clinic tonight. I’m going to park my sorry ass outside her business and pray she forgives me for being an idiot.
It worked once.
* * *
I stretch my arms over my head and groan at the bright sun beaming down on me. Reno to Vegas in less than six hours is a record for me. I know I broke some of the laws I swear to uphold, but apparently, I was the world’s biggest hypocrite today.
Foxy ran over to a tree as soon as she jumped out of my truck in the parking lot and started peeing as I looked around. I whistled to her as she started to wonder smelling around the area.
I walked to the door, and two armed guards stopped me.
“I’m sorry, sir. No animals.” I smiled and pulled out my badge.
“I’m Officer Nassar, and this is my partner. We’re just picking up some papers.” The guards exchanged a short conversation in Farasi, which I was proud I understood after so many years.
They opened the door, and I nodded in thanks as I entered the building.
The interior looked familiar, like something out of a dream I couldn’t place. I was sure I’d been here before but couldn’t remember when or why.
“May I help you, sir?” I nodded and pulled out the letter I had received along with my identification.
“I’m claiming some documents found.” I wait as she reads the letter and nods.
“It’ll just be a few moments. Please have a seat.” She indicates a seating area and disappears through a door.
“Foxy, sit.” She comes to my side and follows my directions perfectly.
After a couple of minutes, an older gentleman in a suit approaches me with a smile on his face.
“Malachi?” I stand up and offer him my hand to shake.
“Do we know each other?” He nods and looks at me closely.
Just like the building when I arrived, I know I’ve seen this man before, although he’s aged.
“You look so much like your mother.” That comment throws me for a loop, and I step back.
“Apologies, my name is Cyrus Pahlavi.” So my mother’s family.
“Are you my uncle?” I ask as I look closer at him, noticing similar features.
“I’m your mother’s oldest brother and the crown Prince.” What?
“Come again?” He slaps my shoulder.
“Let’s go into the conference room. You look like you have a lot of questions.” You think?
I knew my mother was closely related to the royal family from the inheritance I’d received when she died. My uncle, who raised me, wasn’t actually family but my father’s best friend. As my godfather, he was named in their will to care for me if anything ever happened.
My mother’s family had never contacted me. Until now, anyway. Clearly, my uncle had left key points out during my upbringing. I take a seat, and Foxy lays at my feet.
“Should we rip the bandaid off? That is the saying, correct?” His smile grows as he passes me a folder.
“Ah, sure,” I open the thing carefully.
