makes me paranoid.”
“Understood. Jax has a friend in Dubai. I think it would be best if you stay at his place instead of a hotel. Can you hold up for a few more hours? I’ll have Jax’s friend contact you.”
“That’d be great.”
“Hang in there, cuz.”
Arcan disconnected and pocketed his phone.
Yazmina looked at him expectantly.
“Alpha doesn’t think the US embassy is a good choice for you right now, considering your father’s connections.”
Her shoulders sagged.
“What about the South African embassy?” he asked.
“Why South Africa?”
“I have dual citizenship.”
Her eyes brightened. “Does this mean I’ve got to go with you?”
“Why… you don’t want to?”
“No, you’re mistaken. I’d love to!”
“Would you?” Arcan teased. “You’re a pretty gullible young woman. I’m a stranger. I might take advantage of you.”
“I don’t mind. I owe you a debt for my life. I’ll do anything for you.”
The beast inside him roared to life after hearing that innocent declaration. Arcan leaned on the table. Closer to her. He basked in her alluring scent—a scent that drove him crazy. “Don’t say that kind of thing so lightly. I might get greedy.”
Yazmina didn’t waver when he turned serious. “I have never promised anything I couldn’t deliver. My father taught us that well ever since we were little. I’m forever in your debt, and until I could return an equal deed to you, I could never repay you enough.”
She surprised him. Arcan didn’t expect to see this kind of quality in her. He thought she was a weak, sheltered princess who knew nothing of the outside world, and was perhaps too reliant on others for the protection she thought she was entitled to. Yazmina had proved him wrong. She might be physically weak, but she had a strong sense of pride.
Arcan admired that kind of quality in a person. “What if I knew of a way for you to repay me?”
“You do?”
Arcan nodded. “Be my woman.”
“Oh.”
“Well?” he pressed.
She blushed prettily and avoided his demanding stare. “Am I good enough for you?”
“What do you mean? Of course you are. Look at me, Yazmina.”
She shyly met his eyes.
“What do you say?”
Yazmina went back to staring at her shoes. “Yes,” she whispered. She had a dimple on her cheek when she smiled.
For a second, Arcan almost gave in to his beast’s nature. If they were in his motherland on the Serengeti savannah, he’d already have kissed her and claimed her as his.
His cellphone rang, startling him from his fantasy. He answered it. “Yes?”
“Arcan Rarh?”
“Speaking,” he said.
“Hi, I’m Dean Bennet, Jax’s friend from Princeton. He said that you need a safe house for a few days?”
“That is correct.”
“I have a property in downtown Burj. Burj Khalifa. Will that work for you?”
“Yeah. I think I know the area.”
“Great. You can use the place immediately. Jax has settled everything so you can stay there tonight. Do you have paper and pen handy? I’ll give you the address.”
Arcan borrowed a pen from a passing waiter and wrote down the address on a napkin. The safe-house was equipped with a high-end security system with remote monitoring. Arcan didn’t need keys to enter the property; Dean gave him a password to enter, and Arcan was good to go.
Arcan thanked Dean and disconnected. “We should go,” he said to Yazmina.
“All right.”
He paid cash for their barely touched food and they left.
They went back to mingling with the masses to make their way to the exit. The crowd was even more packed than before. Arcan had to snatch Yazmina’s hand so they wouldn’t get separated.
He felt uneasy.
As a beast and a man, his primal instinct was better honed than an average human’s. As a predator back in his native land in the Serengeti, he could sense when another predator had entered the vicinity.
He heightened his guard.
Yazmina suddenly yelped.
Arcan turned around. Two men pulled her