The Sheikh's Redemption (Desert Nights 1) - Page 31

He shouldn’t ask for all of her. He had no right to it.

He would be happy, grateful, with any parts of her she chose to give him.

He reached for her, but something irresistible stopped him. He struggled with it, and something with the force of a sledgehammer struck him. The explosion detonated from the point of impact upward, shooting behind his eyes, jolting his brain.

Roxanne’s receding figure buzzed in and out on his retinas, like a movie reel catching, blipping, burning.

Fighting off the disorientation, he tried to run after her. He slammed into something immovable. This time he fought back, moved it, ran after her, caught up with her.

Her hands smacked at him when he reached for her, her voice choked with the tears that ran down her cheeks. “What more do you want? I don’t have any more information.”

His vision was still warped, and so was his balance. He stumbled a step back when she pushed at him. “Roxanne…I don’t…”

“You didn’t need to go to all that trouble. You will surpass your rivals without any special strategy, just by being who you are. You are the best king Azmahar could hope for. The kingdom needs someone with such convoluted cunning to get it out of the maze of problems it’s mired in. Not that I care what happens here anymore. I’m leaving. This time I’m never coming back.”

He must still be disoriented. He didn’t understand a thing she was saying. She was supposed to be slapping his face for daring to go back on his vow of always telling her everything. He should have told her how he felt, talked it out with her. Where did the throne come into this? What information was she talking about?

He caught her back and suddenly another pair of hands were on him, those he finally realized were Jalal’s.

“Get your hands off her, Haidar,” Jalal hissed. “This time, you’re keeping them off her.”

“I can fight my own battles, Jalal,” she snapped.

“What battles? What are you two talking about…?” Something warm and wet trickled down his face, distracting him.

He put a hand to it, squinted at what came off. Blood.

He gaped at Jalal. “You hit me!”

“And you have the gall to be surprised?”

Haidar switched his stunned gaze between Jalal and Roxanne. They were in her bedroom. And he suddenly understood. What they were accusing him…worse, what they’d condemned him of.

And he did what he’d been seething to do for the past few decades. He smashed both fists into Jalal’s shoulders, all his strength and years of fury and frustration behind the blow.

Jalal slammed into the wall with a crack that rattled the whole room. Roxanne gasped, stumbled against another wall. Haidar barely noticed, his focus pinned on Jalal who was now gaping at him.

Of course he was shocked. This was the first time in their lives that Haidar had ever shown him physical violence.

Before Jalal could recover, Haidar faced them both, his teeth bared. “Again? You’re doing this again? You’re passing judgment on me without giving me a chance to defend myself?”

Jalal straightened, returning his glare. “Excuse us as your actions and words speak so loudly they drown our attempts to exonerate you.”

“So I compile a dossier on your activities and findings since you came here,” Haidar hissed. “To prove that I was bound to find out, to show my disappointment that you both excluded me again, and you assume I got it from Roxanne? Worse, that I was with her just to get it? And for what? To foil your bid for the throne?”

Jalal’s glare wavered. Haidar heard something distressed squeezing from Roxanne’s chest.

He included her in his bitterness. “Zain, let’s have this out. Air all your grievances and suspicions and accusations, the substantiated and imagined, and get this over with.”

Jalal gave a disgusted grunt. “You mean an encore of the lifetime I spent doing just that? When every attempt at closeness or confrontation got me evasions, brush-offs and obstinate refusals to communicate or share anything?”

Haidar countered, “You mean those endless times when you were your pain-in-the-ass, intrusive, invasive, insensitive self?”

Jalal shrugged. “If you choose to see it that way.”

“I do choose.”

Jalal’s gaze wavered. “Bottom line is, you always left me no recourse but to come to my own conclusions.”

“And of course they had to be the worst ones. And you know why? Because I’m the walking reminder of what you lived your life afraid of facing, the personification of all your fears. What I spent my life trying not to rub your nose in. But, dearest twin, here it is, dry. You’re part demon, too.”

Jalal’s teeth ground together.

Haidar smirked at the obvious hit. “You may not look it, and you may have convinced everyone you’re all Aal Shalaan stock, but you haven’t convinced yourself. You’re as paranoid and suspicious and possessive and unreasonable where it comes to your loved ones as I am. You are my twin, Jalal, whether you like it or not.”

Jalal’s wolf eyes suddenly flared again. “I may be everything you said, Haidar, but I didn’t finance our mother’s conspiracy.”

* * *

The jagged pain that slashed across Haidar’s face yanked Roxanne out of the well of agitation she’d been spiraling in.

She’d misjudged him. Again. Hurt him, again. She was out of excuses this time.

She stepped between the two forces of nature snarling at each other, clung to Haidar’s arm, whispered a tremulous “I’m sorry.”

He tore his gaze away from his duel with Jalal, looked down at her. “Why? You think none of the things you said to me are true? Would you still be sorry if I tell you what Jalal just accused me of is the truth?”

Suppressing tears with all she had, she shook her head. “It can’t be. It isn’t.”

“Why this sudden and unwavering trust?”

“Because this is my natural state now,” she insisted. “I was having a minor breakdown minutes ago.”

One eyebrow rose, the rest of his face unyielding. “It didn’t look minor to me. And don’t be so quick to anoint me with your unconditional belief. I did finance my mother’s conspiracy.”

She shook her head again, her heart bruising against her ribs. “Then you didn’t know what the money was for.”

“Minutes ago you assumed I screwed you over to get myself a throne. Why assume a couple of years ago I wasn’t willing to screw my whole family and kingdom over for an even bigger one?”

“Because you’re no traitor.” Her declaration was unequivocal.

“You just thought I was,” he persisted.

And tears flowed. “That was your mother’s long-acting, insidious poison and my own fear that this—” her gesture between them was eloquent with what they had, shared “—is too perfect to be true. The emotions you inspire in me are so overpowering, I’m still having trouble dealing with them, believing they are reciprocated. Mainly—I can’t believe my luck.”

He regarded her dispassionately, his face impassive. “I still did finance my mother’s conspiracy.”

He was pushing her. Seeing when her trust would waver, crack.

She wiped away her tears, gave him a serene nod. “And I’m sure you’re sorry about it and won’t do anything like that again.”

And he smiled.

She gasped in the breath she’d been unable to draw, her hand trembling on the terrible bruise spreading across his jaw as she attempted to smile back. “I’m cured. This time, irrevocably.”

He dug his fingers into her hair, drew her up for a brief but fierce kiss. She moaned as she tasted his blood, the injury she’d been responsible for.

Seeming to realize this, he withdrew. “No more mistrust?”

“Insecurity,” she insisted.

His nod was slow, accepting. Then he smiled again, a teasing sparkle entering his eyes. “And I won’t monopolize your emotions and allegiance. You can love other people. Even Jalal here. If you must.”

“As touching as this is, mind if you don’t evade me again?”

Haidar turned to Jalal, that coolness that had once made both her and Jalal believe he was indifferent again coating his face. “You said you were agonizing about how to mend the rift between us, were no doubt loitering because you didn’t know how to beg my forgiveness for your accusations.”

Jalal took a threatening step closer. “Now, listen here—”

Haidar cut him off smoothly. “You wanted to because you thought they were wrong. What rationalization did you come up with for my actions to think that?”

Glowering at Haidar, Jalal exhaled. “I thought you didn’t know why she wanted the money, but being the stupid sap that you are when it comes to her, you gave it to her without question.”

Haidar’s smile was the essence of concession and self-deprecation. “You think she’s that stupid? She asked me for money over many years, every time with a reason, saying she couldn’t ask our father, and didn’t have enough money herself. I realized both were lies, assumed she demanded it as…tribute from me, as a proof of love and loyalty. Once I understood this, I sometimes gifted her with major sums, just because. I never suspected she had an insurrectionist agenda. The worst I suspected was that she’d do nothing philanthropic with it.”

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