The Sheik’s Captured Princess (The Samara Royal Family Series Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page B

possible.  She was lovely enough to outshine most of the women on the covers of the magazines…but then again, she was too curvy and possibly too short to be a model.  No, it wasn’t in any sort of advertising, he thought to himself. 
    With the kind of patience he was renowned for, Jurar went through all of his memories.  Flashing back and forth, placing those eyes in various settings.  He went through each of the countries he’d visited recently but when nothing clicked, he went further back.  Maybe it had been when she was younger?  He considered that possibility, played with her incredibly lovely features and tried to make them more youthful.  But no, that wasn’t it.  Something, a niggling notion, was telling him that their meeting had been more recent.  And it wasn’t a normal….
    When it came to him, he jerked upright, immediately in battle mode.  The woman!  At the police station!  What had she been doing there?  Princess Ciala…in Drakar…with a digital camera…taking pictures and…
    Oh hell!  That woman was a spy!  She was working with the rebels!  His eyes snapped over to Sheik Samara, immediately wondering if he was in on the effort as well.  It wouldn’t be the first time that neighbors spied on each other.  Nor would it be the last.  Even he had several spies working within Kilar but they damn well weren’t aiding rebels, trying to overthrow Sheik Samara! 
    “I need to make a phone call,” he said abruptly, interrupting a discussion on farming tariffs. 
    Without another word, he stepped out of the room.
     
    Ciala was pacing back and forth in front of the conference room door.  She was working out the words to confess what she’d been doing to her brother.  He’d have to know!  She had to tell him that Sheik al Tinora might recognize her!
    Maybe he wouldn’t!  Maybe her disguise had confused him enough to help her escape notice! 
    She thought about the man’s reputation and then that look before he’d walked into the lunch buffet.  He was trying to place her!  She just knew it!  And the man wasn’t an idiot!  Far from it, actually.  He would remember.  And he would go to her brother! 
    Oh, what a mess! 
    She had to tell Ramzi about her project.  Ciala knew that it was better to confess something first, to get her story in ahead of anyone who might misunderstand her project.  Yes, she’d just tell him.  She’d be perfectly honest, up front and explain what she’d been doing and why.  She’d just go to his office tonight, tell him that she had been….
    Ciala stopped and leaned her forehead against the ornately decorated wall.  Defeat! 
    How in the world did one tell her oldest, most protective brother, that she was sneaking out of the palace on a regular basis, away from her protective detail and…well, she’d been lying to him for years!  He would be furious!
    And it wasn’t just Ramzi she was afraid of.  Turk would be livid as well!  He prided himself on keeping his family and Kilar safe and…goodness, she’d never tell them that she’d been captured!  If they ever discovered that she’d been hauled off to a police station and…interrogated by the leader of their neighboring country…! 
    She shivered at the possible repercussions of this mess! 
    She heard a door slam shut but the sound didn’t penetrate her consciousness because she was so sick with worry over her brother’s reactions.  Well, she shouldn’t single out only Ramzi’s fury.  Both Turk and Rais would be livid as well.  In fact, she wasn’t sure which of her older brothers would be more furious. 
    When a strong hand grabbed her upper arm, swinging her around and right into a rock hard chest, she was pretty sure that the gig was up.  Her secret had been revealed.  She gasped and looked up, thinking that her brother had finally discovered her secret. 
    But this wasn’t Ramzi!  It wasn’t Turk or Rais either.
    In fact, the hands gripping both of her upper arms