Grayson opened the door for Ari, headed for the castle, when flashbulbs went off in their faces.
“Is it true that you’re married?” one woman asked.
“Where’re you from?” a man asked Ari.
“How did you meet?” another man asked Grayson.
Grayson grabbed Ari’s arm, pulled her back inside, and closed the door. “Where are my bodyguards?” He whipped out his phone and quickly dialed Piers Wingfield’s number.
“Yeah?” Piers answered on the first ring.
“I can’t get out my door! The paparazzi are swarming!” Grayson spat into the phone. “Where are my guards?”
It sounded as if Piers started walking and then running. “Are you at the hotel? Is Her Royal Highness with you, too?”
“Yes, she is.” Grayson looked over at her and she folded her arms across her chest. Then he turned his attention back to Piers. “Where are my bodyguards?”
Grayson heard a car door slam shut at Piers’ end of the phone. “That’s what I’m going to find out. I’m on my way.”