Chantelle's eyes were blazing as she asked, "I wonder if I might finally have the honor of formally meeting the Dragon Prince?"

Andrew looked around and replied, "What Dragon Prince? I don't know him and have never seen him! If you're looking for someone like that, go ask someone else—it's got nothing to do with me!"

Chantelle was both exasperated and amused. "Mr. Lloyd, don't even try to deny it, I—"

Before she could finish her sentence, the underground palace suddenly shook violently.

Andrew's expression changed as he turned toward the massive bronze doors that had been pushed open. In the next instant, a flood of men in black suits, all heavily armed, stormed inside.

Two neat rows of gunmen—over 100 strong—immediately surrounded Andrew and the others.

A man in polished dress shoes stepped in with a smug grin that did not reach his eyes. "Well now, what a grand harvest."

He shouted, "Mr. Driscoll, we've come to pick you up!"

To everyone's shock, Rafael, who had been