One Night with a Seductive Sheikh. Оливия Гейтс

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      He had a feeling no one did. No one but Rashid himself.

      “How much did you pay those clans to ‘choose’ you as their candidate?”

      Rashid’s voice, harsher now, brought his eyes back to his. He didn’t want his scar scrutinized. Especially by him.

      Haidar exhaled. “How much did you?”

      “I was actually offered whatever I could ask for. A lot of people will do anything to stop you, or your asymmetrical half, from taking the throne.”

      Suddenly he was fed up. He hated this. Hated that they had to keep stabbing at each other, deepening the wounds, widening the rift. He’d never wanted any of this. Now he wanted it all to stop.

      It wouldn’t be a concession of defeat if he reached out to Rashid. It would be an olive branch to an injured adversary. Who should have never become one.

      He inhaled. “A throne is something I never thought about or wanted, Rashid.”

      “That’s a famous tactic.” Rashid shrugged. “The sour-grapes maneuver. You were the Prince of Two Kingdoms who could never be in line for the throne of, either. What else can you do but pretend you aren’t interested?”

      “No pretense. After a lifetime of watching what kind of pain in the neck, heart and butt being king is from the woeful example of my father, I wouldn’t wish it even on you.”

      “I’m so touched that you consider me your worst enemy.”

      Wanting to kick himself for the terribly timed joke, when it was certain Rashid had taken it literally, he started to clarify.

      Rashid overrode him. “But don’t I now share that status with your pointedly absent semi-demon twin?”

      Haidar waited for the mention of Jalal to finish turning the skewer embedded in his gut.

      Rashid only stabbed him harder. “I came after you only to tell you how entertaining it will be, watching you two campaign for the throne, adding your arrogance to your uncle’s ineptness, your cousins’ excesses and your mother’s all-round villainy.”

      Having inflicted all the injuries he’d wanted to, Rashid turned.

      He’d walk away, and any chance to heal their severed bond would be lost.

      Haidar lunged after him, grabbed his arm.

      Rashid’s gaze lowered to the fingers digging into his abaya-wrapped flesh. Haidar could swear his hand burned.

      He didn’t care if Rashid possessed heat vision for real and would burn off his hand. He had to know.

      “What happened to you, Rashid?”

      After a chilling moment, Rashid calmly removed his hand from his arm, stepped away as if Haidar’s nearness soiled him.

      His gaze was opaque. “You were always a self-involved son of a major bitch, Haidar.”

      He wasn’t up to contesting the accuracy of that summation, wasn’t sure how it applied here. “I’m trying to get involved now.”

      “A bit too late for that. Years too late.”

      “B’haggej’ jaheem. Stop being cryptic. How did you get this way?”

      “You mean the scar? You should have seen it before the corrective surgery.”

      Haidar thought his head would burst with frustration. “I mean everything. The visible and … otherwise.”

      For a long moment it appeared Rashid wouldn’t bother answering.

      Then he said, “I dropped my guard.” His glare could have pulverized a rock. “Trusted the wrong people.”

      Haidar staggered back a step. “Are you saying I somehow had a hand in this?”

      “It’s so heartwarming to see how you’ve mastered self-deception, not to mention self-absolution, Haidar.”

      Now his brain was threatening to liquefy with incomprehension. “That’s insane, Rashid. I know we’ve had our differences in the past years—”

      “You mean we’ve been trying to destroy each other.”

      “I’ve been trying to stop you from destroying me. And whatever I did in retaliation for your actions, it was only business.”

      “This …” Rashid tilted his head, giving him an eyeful, slid a lazy finger down the ridge of disfigurement to the base of his neck. Haidar was certain it snaked lower onto his back. It seemed to have forged all the way to the recesses of his soul. “… was only business, too.”

      Haidar stared at him, helplessness and confusion sinking their claws into his gut. “You’re making no sense.”

      “Neither are you, if you think you can reinstate any personal interaction between us again. And if you think I’d ever be party to making you feel better about yourself in this lifetime, you have me confused with the wrong Rashid Aal Munsoori. One who ceased to exist long ago.”

      Haidar grabbed his arm again as he started to turn. “Rashid, you at least owe me—”

      Rashid rounded on him, snarling. “I don’t owe you, or Jalal, or any member of your family a damn thing—”

      He stopped, his eyes burning black holes into Haidar’s soul.

      Then his lips spread in a sinister parody of a smile, his teeth gleaming eerily against his darkened skin.

      Haidar barely suppressed a shiver.

      What the hell had Rashid metamorphosed into?

      “I beg your pardon, Haidar.” What? “I was inaccurate when I said I don’t owe you and your family a thing. I do owe you. A lot of pain and damage. I always pay my debts.”

      This time when he turned away, Haidar let him go.

      Before he exited the corridor, Rashid turned with a serene-as-the-grave glance. “Sit tight, Haidar, and wait for your share of my payback.”

       Five

       I haven’t gotten my share of your payback yet?

       What were the past two years all about then?

      Haidar struggled not to pursue Rashid, tackle him to the ground in front of everyone and force him to explain.

      One thing stopped him. Knowing Rashid wouldn’t explain, not even if he beat him to a pulp. Not that he could. Not without being pulped back. Which wasn’t a bad idea. They could just rip each other to shreds, get the bitterness exorcised and get it over with. Maybe even get back to the way they’d once been.

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