Shackled to the Sheikh(30)

And his world turned on its axis and he knew it would never be the same.

‘Like the world lights up and wraps you in love.’ Tora had said that.

And yet he should have known that, because that was exactly how he’d felt when Tora had smiled at him. When she’d come apart in his arms. When he’d seen tears in her proud eyes at his coronation.

Those tears... Had she been scheming even then? How could she have known he’d turn to her in that moment? How could she have faked those tears? Tora had been the one who had got him through the coronation. Knowing she was there had been his one constant. Having her in his corner had lent him strength and made him wonder if their relationship could not be more permanent.

She’d made his duty more possible, more bearable, more palatable.

She’d made him wish she could stay by his side for ever.

She’d said she’d never betray him.

She’d said she loved him.

Oh, God, and arresting her was how he repaid her? He’d been so angry, had felt so betrayed, so manipulated, as if he’d been played for a fool from the start.

And the rank, horrible feeling in his gut told him that they had got things very wrong, and that he’d been the fool all along, he hadn’t needed anyone to play him.

He had to find the truth—find the story behind the email to her cousin—there had to be proof. He owed her that much. There was an email this morning, she’d said, saying her friend was dying. It would be easy enough to check. Surely there would be something to prove or disprove her story one way or another. ‘Yousra,’ he said, the child still held close in his arms. ‘Get me Kareem.’



An hour later, he had what he needed. A small stack of printed emails. ‘Innocuous,’ Kareem had labelled them. ‘There was no mention of any amount of money.’

And Rashid believed him. Innocuous by themselves, but together with her story they painted a different picture... You’re a lifesaver... Next stop, Germany! And the kick to the heart he deserved with the subject header on the email that had come overnight—Prayers needed!—and he knew with an icy cold rush down his spine that she’d been telling the truth.

And he dropped his head into his hands.

What the hell had he done?

And how was he ever to make amends?





CHAPTER SIXTEEN

TORA’S HEAD JERKED up from her pillow when she heard the sound of the door opening. For a moment she hoped it was Rashid so she could tell him exactly what she thought of him. She got out of bed and ran her fingers over her cheeks. Her tears had dried in the heat of her growing anger, but her skin felt tight, as if it were crusted with salt.

But it wasn’t Rashid returning, but two young women, smiling shyly and holding baskets. They bid her to sit down and fed her honey tea while they brought out warm towels to wash her face and hands, and a hairbrush to brush her hair. There was even a freshly laundered gown to wear, and Tora didn’t know what it meant but it was so blissful to clean the salt from her skin that she went along with it.

‘Come with me, Sheikha Victoria,’ the guard said, when she was feeling refreshed and human again and the women had vanished.

‘What’s going on?’ she asked. ‘Where are you taking me?’ But he said nothing, just turned and led the way out.

Only one guard, she thought as she followed him. There had been four outside her doors and now only one—what did that mean?

‘Where is the Emir?’ she asked, but the man in front of her said nothing as he strode ahead of her through the long corridors and past the accumulated treasures of millennia and out the front doors of the palace and into an inky night.

A car idled quietly, its lights on low beam.

And there was Kareem, standing there, watching her approach. He bowed low, his hand on his chest.

‘Sheikha,’ he said. ‘I have done you a great disservice. Please forgive me.’

And she guessed it was Kareem who had been alerted to her email to Matt and who had then alerted Rashid.

‘It doesn’t matter, Kareem. It was never meant to be. Can you tell me what is happening?’

‘You are leaving,’ he said, and, as if to support his words, her suitcase was delivered to the top of the steps. She swallowed.

‘Now?’ she said, caught between relief and a pang of regret for all she’d leave behind. The soft velvet night sky. Atiyah. Her heart. ‘Already?’

‘Already. His Excellency insisted.’

‘Where is Rashid?’

‘Waiting at the plane. He thought you would be happier travelling to the airport without him.’

Coward, she thought, but it was an accusation tinged with sadness. So she was to be seen off the premises like an employee who had been dismissed, her possessions hastily flung together, no chance to say goodbye to those she wished to? There was a lump in her throat the size and shape of a small child. ‘You’ll give Atiyah a hug for me?’ she said, trying to push back on the sting of tears, and Kareem solemnly nodded.

She hauled in a breath, casting a look over her shoulder at the amazing fairy-tale palace that wasn’t, before she turned back to Kareem and said with false brightness, ‘Then let’s go.’



He saw the headlights approach from where he stood at the foot of the stairs and felt sick to the stomach. She was leaving. Well, she’d always been going to leave, she was just leaving a little earlier, that was all.

And how could he not let her go? How could he keep her here as his prisoner and punish her for his own blind stupidity? How could he expect her to forgive him?

The car drew alongside the plane, its engines starting to whine, pulling up so the back door lined up with the red carpet that had been rolled out waiting for it, and Kareem emerged and offered his hand to the other passenger. Rashid swallowed.

Tora.

Looking like a goddess. Wearing the robe of orange and yellow she’d worn that day when they’d toured Malik’s palaces. Such a few days ago and yet it seemed like a lifetime, so much had happened, so much had been felt. He saw her thank Kareem as he handed her out and retrieved her suitcase and then she glanced up and her eyes snagged on his. She looked away at her feet, and his heart snapped in two.

Well, what did he expect? It was no more than he deserved. She’d told him she loved him and he’d flung that love back in her face with a few choice insults besides. Call himself an Emir? A ruler of men? He couldn’t even rule his own heart and mind. And if he couldn’t make them act in consensus, how was he supposed to manage a country?

As he might have, with this woman by his side. He might have believed it was possible.

‘Tora,’ he said as she drew closer.

She angled her head, her eyes sharp like daggers, even if their edges seemed a little dulled with disappointment. ‘Seeing me off the premises, Rashid? Making sure I don’t escape with the silverware.’ She held her arms out. ‘Do you need to frisk me to make sure I haven’t run off with any of Qajaran’s treasures to pawn when I get home?’

He sucked in air that smelt of aviation fuel. He deserved that. ‘I was wrong,’ he said. ‘And in so many ways, and I know I can never apologise for all the wrongs I have done to you. But please believe me when I say I am truly sorry for the hurt I have done to you.’

Her lips pressed tightly together. ‘Well, I guess that’s all right, then. So, what about my divorce?’

‘You will be notified when it is finalised.’

He saw her hesitate. ‘What will become of Atiyah now?’

And it struck him that even in the midst of her own private hell, she was worried about his sister. His sister, for whom Tora had cared more and been more loving. God, he’d been a fool!

‘She will be fine. She smiled at me tonight.’

‘She did?’ And Tora smiled, too, for a moment, until she remembered why she was here. ‘Excellent,’ she said before her teeth found her lip, and she looked up at the stairs, putting one hand on the rail. ‘I’m looking forward to being back in Sydney.’

‘Tora,’ he said, stopping her from taking that first step just yet, ‘once upon a time, you said you loved me. Did you mean it?’

She turned her head to the velvet sky and the wide belt of stars that was more clearly visible now they were out of the city precinct. ‘I thought I did. And then I was just so angry with you, that it blocked everything out. I hated you for what you had done and what you had believed of me. After everything we had been through. I was so angry.’

He closed his eyes. ‘And now?’

‘Now I’m just sad for what could have been.’

And he couldn’t let her go without telling her. ‘I know it’s too late, but I am a fool where love is concerned, but I want you to know that there was love between us. There is love that I feel for you.’

She swallowed back on a sob. So good of him to tell her that now, when he was putting her on a plane to leave. ‘Do you call it love to judge someone as guilty before you even ask them for the truth? Do you call it love to treat that person like a criminal? Because if you do, you have a very warped idea of love.’

‘Tora, I am so sorry. I didn’t want to believe it was true, but you said you had nothing to do with your cousin, and there was evidence you’d spoken to him just recently, and I felt betrayed and deceived and it was like my father all over again, except this time it was you, and that felt a hundred times worse.’