The Sheikh's Untamed Bride: Lost to the Desert Warrior / Sheikh in the City / Her Ardent Sheikh. Jackie Braun

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      ‘The only option available.’ Raz cut him off, hearing the hardness in his own tone. It was the same hardness that ran right through him. Once, he’d been capable of warmth, but that part of him had died along with the woman he’d loved. ‘We have considered every other option, and—’ He broke off as he heard a commotion in the darkness and then lifted a hand as his bodyguards emerged silently to flank him.

      They were men who had followed him for fifteen years, since the brutal slaying of his father. Men who would die for him.

      Abdul thrust himself in front of Raz and that gesture touched him more than any other, because his trusted advisor was neither physically fit nor skilled with weapons.

      Gently, but firmly, he moved him to one side, but Abdul protested.

      ‘Go. Go! It could be the attempt on your life we have been expecting.’

      Aware that Salem had his hand on his weapon, Raz fixed his gaze on the slim figure of a boy whose arms were gripped by two of his men. ‘If my death were the objective then surely they would give the responsibility to someone I could not so easily crush.’

      ‘We found him wandering in the desert along the border with Zubran. He appears to be alone. He says he has a message for Raz Al Zahki.’

      Knowing that his men were protecting his identity, Raz signalled for them to bring their captive forward.

      His hands were tied and as they released him the boy stumbled and fell to his knees. Raz stared down at him, noticing absently that his robes swamped his thin body.

      It was Salem who spoke. Salem, his brother, who rarely left his side. ‘What message do you have for Raz Al Zahki, boy?’

      ‘I have to speak to him in person.’ The words were mumbled and barely audible. ‘And I have to be alone when I do it. What I have to say is just for him and no other.’

      The guard closest to him gave a grunt of disgust. ‘Someone like you wouldn’t get close enough to Raz Al Zahki to wave from a distance, let alone be alone with him, and you should be grateful for that. He’d eat you alive.’

      ‘I don’t care what he does to me as long as he hears what I have to say. Take me to him. Please.’

      The boy kept his head bowed and something in the set of those narrow shoulders drew Raz’s attention.

      Ignoring Salem’s attempts to hold him back, he stepped forward. ‘So you’re not afraid?’

      There was a brief pause. The wind blew across the desert, whipping up sand and catching the edges of the boy’s robe. He clutched it desperately.

      ‘Yes, I am afraid. But not of Raz Al Zahki.’

      ‘Then you need to be educated.’ The guard dragged his captive to his feet and the boy gasped in pain. ‘We’ll keep him here tonight and question him again in the morning.’

      ‘No!’ The boy struggled frantically in the man’s grip. ‘By morning it will be too late. I have to speak to him now. Please. The future of Tazkhan depends on it.’

      Raz stared at the boy, half shrouded by robes that were too big for him. ‘Take him to my tent.’

      Salem, Abdul and the guards looked at him in disbelief.

      ‘Do it,’ Raz said softly, but still the guards hesitated.

      ‘We’ll strip-search him first—’

      ‘Take him to my tent and then leave us.’

      Abdul touched his arm, his voice low. ‘I have never before questioned your decisions, Your Highness, but this time I beg you, at least keep the guards with you.’

      ‘You think I can’t defend myself from someone half my height and weight?’

      ‘I think Hassan will try anything at this late stage in the game. He is frightened and desperate and a desperate man should never be underestimated. I think it could be a trap.’

      ‘I agree.’ Salem’s voice was hard. ‘I’ll come with you.’

      Raz put his hand on his brother’s shoulder. ‘Your love and loyalty means more to me than you can possibly know, but you must trust me.’

      ‘If anything happened to you—’

      Raz felt the weight of it settle onto his shoulders. He, better than anyone, knew that there were some promises that shouldn’t be made. ‘Make sure I’m not disturbed.’ He dismissed his bodyguards with a single movement of his hand and strode into his tent.

      He closed the flap, muffling the sound of the wind and protecting them from prying eyes.

      The boy was on his knees in the furthest corner of the tent, his hands still tied.

      Raz studied him for a moment and then strolled over to him and cut the rope with a swift movement of his knife. ‘Stand up.’

      The boy hesitated and then stood in a graceful movement, only to fall again a moment later.

      ‘I don’t think I can stand—’ The words were uttered through clenched teeth. ‘My legs are stiff from riding and I injured my ankle when I fell.’

      Raz looked down at the slender body bowed at his feet. ‘Tell me why you’re here.’

      ‘I’ll talk to Raz Al Zahki himself, and no one else.’

      ‘Then speak,’ Raz commanded softly, and the boy lifted his head in shock.

      Under the concealing robes, dark eyes widened. ‘You’re him?’

      ‘I’m the one asking the questions.’ Raz sheathed his knife. ‘And the first thing I want to know is what a woman is doing creeping around my camp in the middle of the night. What are you doing walking into the lion’s den unprotected, Princess?’

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      Layla was in agony. Physical agony from her fall from the horse, and emotional agony from the knowledge that her sister was missing and alone in the vast emptiness of the baking desert and it was all her fault.

      She was the one who had suggested this stupid, crazy plan. She, who never did anything stupid or crazy. She, who studied all available evidence before she made a decision, had acted on impulse. Which just proved that a cautious nature wasn’t to be mocked.

      It would have been better had Hassan sent Yasmin to America. At least then Layla would have known she was alive.

      As it was, Yasmin was lost, and she was now a captive in the desert camp of Raz Al Zahki, a man who had more reason to hate her than any other.

      A man who knew who she was.

      Staring into those cold black eyes, she suddenly knew the meaning of the phrase ‘between a rock and a hard place.’ If her cousin was the hard place then this man was the rock. He stood СКАЧАТЬ