Lost to the Desert Warrior
‘The fact that she talks too much should make her all the easier to find and we both know that with your abilities you can track anyone.’ Raz rode alongside him, controlling a horse who snorted and pawed at the sand, yearning for speed. ‘Be careful. Hassan will be looking for her and the horse. And also for you.’
‘And for you. You should not be asking me to leave you at this time.’
‘I’m not asking you. I’m giving you an order.’
‘Is it true that you are going to marry the Princess tonight?’
Salem’s voice was soft and Raz kept his hand steady as he soothed the horse.
‘It is the right thing to do. The only thing.’
‘It may be the right thing for Tazkhan, but is it right for you?’
Raz ignored the question. ‘You will do everything in your power to find the younger sister.’
‘You vowed never to marry again.’
No one but his brother would have dared make such a personal remark and the words were like the sharp flick of a whip.
‘There is more than one type of marriage. This will be a marriage of the head, not of the heart.’
‘And the Princess?’ There was a creak of leather as Salem shifted his position in the saddle. ‘She’s young. Is that the life she wants?’
‘She claims that it is.’
‘Does she know about—?’
‘No.’ Raz interrupted him before he could finish the sentence. ‘But she understands exactly what I am able to offer her.’
‘And you trust her? You can live with her, knowing who she is?’
‘I will learn to live with her.’ He blocked thoughts of her heritage and instead thought of her sitting huddled on his bed, gripping the oversized robe in clenched hands. He thought of the book she’d chosen to bring from the library to equip her for her new role. Thought of the courage it must have taken to come to him. ‘She has very little life experience.’
‘Whereas you have decades too much. You’re not an easy man to know, Raz—are you being fair to her?’
‘I will endeavour to be as fair as possible.’ Frowning, Raz released his hold on the reins and urged the stallion forward. ‘You’re wasting time. The key to my bride’s happiness will be finding her sister safe and well. Make that happen.’
Salem rode away from him. ‘Just watch your back, brother.’
* * *
‘His Highness instructed us to bring you clothes.’ The girl dropped a dress on the bed. Resentment and animosity throbbed from her and it was obvious she wished she had not been the one chosen for the task.
‘Thank you.’ Having washed away the dust from her fall in the water that had been hastily provided, Layla stared at the exquisite fall of silk, caught at the waist with a silver belt. ‘I didn’t expect a dress.’ Especially not a dress like this one. A romantic dress. Where had he found it?
She remembered his comment about romance and felt a flash of panic that Raz Al Zahki would think she was secretly nurturing dreams about their relationship, and then remembered that he was the last person to encourage such a delusion.
He didn’t want this any more than she did.
‘You cannot marry His Highness in dusty robes that swamp you. You have to look your best on your wedding day.’ There was censorship in her tone and something else. Jealousy?
Feeling desperately alone, Layla missed her sister more than ever. She suppressed the urge to point out there was no reason for anyone to feel jealous. That this marriage was driven by loyalty to his country and no other emotion.
Surely it was obvious?
‘The Sheikh and I met for the first time a few hours ago.’
‘But you have been chosen as the one to warm his bed and his heart.’ The girl removed the bowl of water that she’d placed by Layla’s feet. ‘You carry a big responsibility.’
The words did nothing to ease the churning in her stomach. Layla knew she’d warm the bed simply by lying in it, but she also knew that wasn’t what the girl meant. She did not feel it appropriate to point out the absurdity of being chosen to warm his heart when his heart was in his thoracic cavity and more than capable of maintaining its own temperature. No, what the girl was really pointing out was that she was filling the gap left by his wife. Suddenly Layla realised that it was all very well to speak blithely of a different sort of marriage but in the end this union was about a man and a woman spending their lives together, and she had no idea if he would even be able to treat her with civility, given everything that had happened.