Rebakkah, Asalum’s wife and the woman who had been his personal servant since birth, had brought him a tray of food a while ago that sat untouched on the table. Jamal had escaped to his private apartment in the palace, the entire west wing that was his. He had claimed complete exhaustion, and his father had agreed to put off their talks until the next morning. Later that night Jamal heard a soft knock on his door. If anyone could pull him out of his despairing mood, it would be Johari. I have so much to tell you,” she said excitedly, pulling him through the huge wooden door she had come out of. “It’s so good to have you home, Jamal Ari.
A few moments later he found himself standing next to the car and embracing his sister, Johari.
Jamal smiled for the first time since leaving America and watched his sister come to a stop next to the car, anxious for him to get out. Sitting high on a hill it looked like a magnificent fortress, commanding its own respect and admiration, and had served as home for the Yasir family for hundreds of years.Īfter going through the massive wrought-iron gate, the limo had barely come to stop when a beautiful, young dark haired woman raced from the front of the house into the courtyard. Within less than an hour’s time he arrived at the palace. With a grim set of his jaw he walked off the plane. As usual his father had sent an entourage to welcome him home. He had noted the long, black limo parked on the runway. The loss of the American woman was having a powerful effect on the prince. “And what is it now, Your Highness?”Īsalum shook his head. “I’m no longer filled with obsession, Asalum.”Īsalum nodded. He turned his head to look back out of the window, not saying anything for the longest time, then he said quietly. Only someone as close to him as Asalum could know the pain he was feeling. He lifted his gaze and met Asalum’s concerned frown. What was she doing? Was she thinking of him the way he was thinking of her? Any other time he would have thought it was good to be home, but tonight was an exception. Jamal gazed out of the window of the private plane as it landed at the Tahran airport. She smiled when she heard Storm say to the others, “And she thinks we’re stupid enough to believe that.” “The car belonged to a prince, a desert sheikh from the Middle East,” she tossed back over her shoulder. She decided to tell them the truth since she knew they wouldn’t believe her, anyway. “You never said whose car those tire tracks belonged to,” Dare reminded her.ĭelaney turned to go into the house, knowing her brothers would follow.
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