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arm and spoke harshly in Arabic, making an unavoidable commotion.
    “Arcan!” Yazmina shouted at him.
    His battle instinct kicked in at once. He launched himself at them and neutralized the targets with knockout punches. The men went down in an instant.
    Arcan seized Yazmina’s hand and pulled her towards the exit to escape the scene before anyone around them fully realized what had happened.
     
     
    As they ran to an indoor mall, her heart pounded so hard she thought she was going to pass out. Yazmina hadn’t anticipated that Abdullah—her father’s henchman—would catch her here. The shock alone was enough to freeze her in her tracks, terrifying her more than when she saw Arcan in his lion form.
    Then, dread filled her. If her father caught her, it would be the end of her freedom. Her fate would be sealed. Her knees weakened at the very thought of it. A loveless marriage to a man older than her own father awaited her. The lonely life she’d left behind would be replaced with complete isolation.
    She’d been deprived of freedom all her life. A little taste of it made her addicted. Freedom was precious, the one thing that made her feel alive. She’d made a decision for herself, not for her father.
    If Abdullah caught her, she wouldn’t be able to see Arcan again.
    That tiny speck of realization jarred her more than she’d anticipated.
    Arcan still didn’t let go of her hand, but they were walking normally, like a pair of tourists enjoying the nightlife in Dubai.
    As much as they tried to look normal, they still attracted attention. Mostly Arcan. Women were stunned by his good looks, and men stole glances at him with envy. The first thing people noticed was his tall stature and his splendid physique. Then his shoulder-length blond hair, which shone like sunlight.
    He was like the sun to her.
    When she was trapped in the depths of her despair, Arcan was the one who reached in for her and promised her safety. His kindness touched her deeply, kindling a ray of hope in her heart. Everything would be all right. She could get through this. Freedom wasn’t an unattainable dream.
    But if he was out of her life, she wasn’t sure she could keep that hope alight.
    Unconsciously, she gripped Arcan’s hand tighter.
    The man looked alarmed. “Yes?”
    “N-nothing,” Yazmina flustered. “I’m just nervous.”
    “Don’t worry. We’ll be fine.”
    She hoped so. She wanted to believe that everything would be all right. As she chanted silently that the situation would turn out as he promised, she noticed that Arcan had slipped into his cautious mood again.
    Yazmina had seen it a couple of times since fate brought them together, once when Arcan returned from retrieving his phone in the room. At these times, he emanated the aura of a predator ready to take down his prey.
    And he did it again now.
    The nagging uneasiness within her returned. Had they been followed? That must be it. Otherwise, Arcan wouldn’t be so restless. At one point, Yazmina could swear his arm sprouted coarse fur and his fingernails elongated into claws.
    “Arcan…” Yazmina wanted to tell him he was slipping into his beast form.
    He didn’t respond. His expression was dead serious, his posture as tense as a bowstring ready to snap. “Let’s go.”
    Yazmina tried to match his long strides as they walked. A cursory glance confirmed her fears. More men followed them. If they were being inconspicuous before, now they abandoned their pretense.
    She bit her lip. No, no, please don’t let them catch me . She chanted in silent prayer upon prayer until tears filled her eyes, threatening to spill.
    She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as Arcan pulled her towards the exit. The cool, air-conditioned breeze was replaced by salt-laced wind from the marina. They broke into a run. Arcan led her into the back of the mall where workers loaded merchandise from trucks.
    Their pursuers were also running after them. Arcan suddenly pulled her into one of the