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      By the time she packed her bags to head to Geneva, her grandfather’s reassuring words had dwindled to nothing, annihilated by looming fear and doubt that warned her she was condemning her child to a life of uncertainty and insecurity.

      How could she offer her child love when her own experience with it had been a twisted version, often fuelled by bouts of heartbroken wailing on her mother’s part, and volatile cocktails of drugs and booze with a healthy bout of rage thrown in from her father?

      How could she trust herself to do the right thing for her child when more than once she’d feared the blood that ran through her was tainted somehow? Alessandro, her oldest brother, had buried himself in the family business from very early on, and her twin brothers had borne all the hallmarks of turning into their father, despite her grandfather’s repeated intervention. As much as it broke her heart to admit it, her failure to adequately sustain her family when they’d needed her most had left flaws entrenched too deep to ever make them whole.

      But...the alternative was inconceivable.

      She laid her hand over her still-flat stomach, and for the first time, Allegra’s heart leapt, not with fear, but with a tiny geyser of joy. She held on to it through another bout of morning sickness once she got to her hotel. Then through the hours of polishing her speech in preparation for the conference the next day.

      It had gone ten p.m. by the time she saved the finalised version on her laptop and called to check on her grandfather. About to turn in, she frowned as her phone buzzed.

      Reading the message, she groaned and slid back out of bed.

      She opened the door to her sister, eyeing Bianca’s fresh-as-a-daisy look with a tiny bout of envy. In a monochrome dress suit and stylish platform shoes, she looked ready to powwow her way through a power meeting, not wind down for the night.

      ‘Wow, you look like hell run over by a truck.’

      ‘Oh, thanks.’ Allegra shut the door and leaned against it with her arms folded.

      Bianca grinned, the confidence she radiated so effortlessly lending her a vivacity that turned heads wherever she went. It was the reason she’d become a success in the public relations industry so quickly. ‘Can I order room service? I’m starving!’

      ‘And I need to sleep. Don’t you have your own suite?’

      One of the reasons Bianca remained the sibling she was closest to was because of their similar tastes in a broad range of things, including food. But since Allegra couldn’t stomach foods she’d once loved, she couldn’t risk Bianca guessing her state if she ordered the same turkey sandwich that had disagreed with Allegra earlier this evening.

      ‘I do, but I wanted to go over a few things with you before things got crazy in the morning. So here I am, killing two birds blah-blah-blah.’

      Allegra regarded her sister with one sceptical eyebrow raised.

      After a minute, Bianca shrugged. ‘Okay, fine. The last-minute stuff with the conference can wait.’

      ‘But?’ Allegra prompted.

      ‘But I spoke to Grandfather half an hour ago. He sounded worried about you. Everything okay? Seriously, you don’t look great. And you’ve lost weight since I last saw you.’

      Allegra waved her sister away, moving from the door and from Bianca’s direct gaze, which was so reminiscent of her grandfather’s. When her sister followed her into the living room, Allegra suppressed a weary sigh.

      ‘I’m fine. I ate something that didn’t agree with me earlier, that’s all.’ That much was true. The cold turkey sandwich had stayed in her stomach less than five minutes before it’d come straight back out.

      ‘That would explain how you look now, but it doesn’t explain the weight loss.’

      Striding to the fridge, Allegra took out a bottle of water, and toyed with it. ‘Enough with the third degree. Did you need something else besides the desire to bug me?’

      Bianca pursed her lips, then strode over to face Allegra across the tiny drinks bar in the living room. ‘Grandfather asked to see me last week,’ she blurted.

      Thinking her sister was intent on getting to the bottom of her weight loss, Allegra tensed. ‘And?’

      ‘He asked me to find something for him.’

      Allegra’s relief was overlaid with surprise. ‘What?’

      ‘A bracelet. He sold it years ago, but now he wants it back...’ Her voice trailed off and then she sucked in a quick breath. ‘Matteo was asked to find something too, wasn’t he?’

      Allegra nodded. ‘A necklace. Grandfather sent me to find something as well.’

      Her sister’s eyes widened. ‘Really? Did you find it?’

      ‘Yes, it was a box, a Fabergé.’

      Bianca’s eyes grew wider. ‘You think they’re all connected somehow?’

      ‘I don’t know. He wasn’t very forthcoming when I asked.’

      ‘Same here.’ She frowned. ‘Allegra, these are expensive pieces. And didn’t Grandfather say he landed on Ellis Island with just the clothes on his back?’ Her expression grew wistful. ‘Maybe they belonged to a long-lost love?’

      Hearing the longing in her sister’s voice, Allegra allowed herself to be pulled into the world of what if for the briefest moment. What if she had known love, enough to be sure her child would be emotionally secure? What if things had gone differently with Rahim, and she hadn’t burned every single bridge in sight to the ground.

      Sharply rousing herself from her futile musing, she opened the bottle of water and poured it into a glass. After taking a careful sip, she glanced at her sister. ‘As far as I know, Grandmother was the only woman Grandfather loved. If there’s any more to these items, I’m sure he’ll let us know when he’s ready.’

      Bianca sighed, then grimaced. ‘Practical Allegra, party pooper.’

      The nickname rubbed her the wrong way, but Allegra kept her composure. After agreeing to meet her in the conference room an hour before it started, Bianca left.

      Sliding back in bed, Allegra placed her hand on her stomach. This time the fissure cracked wider, filling her with a warm and protective emotion that made her heart lurch.

      From the moment she’d found out, even not knowing which course she would take, she’d safeguarded her baby’s physical health. But Allegra knew she couldn’t ignore the tougher emotional aspect of her situation. She had to tell Rahim.

      If nothing else for the fact that the baby she carried was the heir apparent to a desert kingdom. A kingdom whose ruler, she now knew, had been battling against severe odds to do the right thing for his people.

      On her return, Allegra had commissioned a more thorough report on Dar-Aman and confirmed Rahim’s claim that things had ground to СКАЧАТЬ