His Defiant Desert Queen(7)

                Desperate was a dangerous state of mind.

                Desperate fueled chaos.

                What she needed to do was remain calm. Think this through. There had to be a way to reach him, reason with him. Surely he didn’t make a habit of locking up American and British girls?

                “I’d like to make amends,” she said quietly, glancing up at Sheikh Karim from beneath her lashes, taking in his height, the width of his shoulders, and his hard, chiseled features. Nothing in his expression was kind. There was not even a hint of softness at his mouth.

                “You will,” he said. “You must.”

                She winced at the harshness in his voice. Sheikh Mikael Karim might be as handsome as any Hollywood leading man, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

                He was a cold man, and she knew all too well that cold men were dangerous. Men without hearts destroyed, and if she were not very careful, and very smart, she could be ruined.

                “Can I pay a fine? A penalty?”

                “You’re in no position to buy yourself out of trouble, Miss Copeland. Your family is bankrupt.”

                “I could try Drakon—”

                “You’re not calling anyone,” he interrupted sharply. “And I won’t have Drakon bailing you out. He might be your sister’s ex-husband, but he was my friend from university and from what I understand, he lost virtually his entire fortune thanks to your father. I think Drakon has paid a high enough price for being associated with you Copelands. It’s time you and your family stopped expecting others to clean up your messes and instead assumed responsibility for your mistakes.”

                “That might be, but Drakon isn’t cruel. He wouldn’t approve of you...of you...” Her voice failed her as she met Mikael’s dark gaze. The sheikh’s anger burned in his eyes, scorching her.

                “Of what, Miss Copeland?” he asked softly, a hint of menace in his deep voice.

                “What won’t he approve of?” he persisted.

                Jemma couldn’t answer. Her heart beat wildly, a painful staccato that made her chest ache.

                She had to be careful. She couldn’t afford to alienate the sheikh. Not when she needed him and his protection.

                She needed to win him over. She needed him to care. Somehow she had to get him to see her, the real her, Jemma. The person. The woman. Not the daughter of Daniel Copeland.

                It was vital she didn’t antagonize him, but reached him. Otherwise it would be far too easy for Sheikh Karim to snap his fingers and destroy her. He was that powerful, that ruthless.

                Her eyes burned and her lip trembled and she bit down hard, teeth digging into her lip to keep from making a sound.

                Fear washed through her but she would not crack, or cry. Would not disintegrate, either.

                “He wouldn’t approve of me flaunting your laws,” she said lowly, fighting to maintain control, and cling to whatever dignity she had left. “He wouldn’t approve of me using my sister’s passport, either. He would be angry,” she added, lifting her chin to meet Sheikh Karim’s gaze. “And disappointed.”

                Mikael Karim arched a brow.

                “In me,” she added. “He’d be disappointed in me.”