The Sheik and the Runaway Princess. Susan Mallery

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if the men being nomads was good or bad for her.

      One of the men pointed at her and gestured. Sabrina stood in place, even when several moved their horses very close to her. Should she tell them who she was, she wondered as she turned slowly. Nomads would respond to her father’s name, but what about outlaws? Of course outlaws would want to hold her for ransom and she might impress them by telling them that even though she didn’t look like much, she was actually Sabrina Johnson, aka Princess Sabra of Bahania. Or they might just kill her and leave her bones to bleach in the desert.

      “I have want of a slave girl, but I doubt you’d do well at the job.”

      She spun toward the speaker. His clothing hid most of his features. She saw that he was tall in the saddle, with tanned skin and dark eyes. Lips curled up in a smile as he laughed at her.

      “You speak English,” she said stupidly.

      “You do not speak the language of the desert,” he replied. “Nor do you know its ways. She is not a forgiving lady.” The humor fled his face. “Why are you out here alone?”

      “That’s not important,” Sabrina said with a dismissive wave.” But maybe you could loan me a horse. Just to get me back to the outpost. My truck is there.”

      The man jerked his head. One of the others scrambled off his horse. For a second Sabrina thought she was going to get her wish. The man had actually listened. Most unusual in a Bahanian male. They generally ignored—

      The nomad reached for her head covering and pulled it free. She screamed. The circle of men around her grew still. Sabrina sighed.

      She knew what they were looking at. Long, curly red hair tumbled down her back, a legacy from her mother. The startling combination of brown eyes, red hair and honey-colored skin often caught people’s attention, but no more so than here.

      The men talked amongst themselves. She strained to understand what they were saying.

      “They think I should sell you.”

      She glanced toward the English-speaker. She had the impression he was their leader. Panic fluttered inside of her, but she didn’t let it show. Instead she squared her shoulders and raised her chin.

      “Do you so need the money?” she asked, trying to fill her voice with contempt…or at least keep it from shaking.

      “It makes life easier. Even out here.”

      “What happened to the hospitality of the desert? The laws of your land won’t let you mistreat me.”

      “Exceptions are made for one as foolish as you.”

      He motioned to the man still standing next to her. In the split second before he reached for her, Sabrina spun on her heel and began to run. She had no destination in mind, just a burning need to be as far away from her captors as possible.

      She heard hoofbeats behind her. Fear added speed, but not enough. She’d barely gone twenty yards when she was swept up onto a horse and held tightly against the hard, unforgiving chest of the nomad.

      “Where, exactly, did you plan to go?” he asked.

      She squirmed, but he didn’t release her. Instead she found herself getting tangled in his robes.

      “If you continue to try to get away, I’ll tie you and drag you behind my horse.”

      She could feel the strength of him, and his heat. He was as unyielding as the desert. Just her luck, she thought glumly, and stilled.

      Tossing her hair out of her face, she glared at him. “What do you want from me?”

      “First, I would like you to remove your knee from my stomach.”

      She glanced down and saw that her jean-clad knee was indeed pushing against his midsection. It felt as if she were butting up against a rock, but she didn’t share that thought with him. Instead she shifted slightly, so that she was sitting on the saddle, facing his left.

      She sucked in a deep breath. The sun had slipped below the horizon. There was no way she could escape now. Not at night. She was lost, thirsty, hungry and held captive by who knows who. At least it wasn’t raining.

      “Ah,” he said softly. “So you can be reasoned with. A most pleasant attribute in a woman. And rare.”

      “You mean beating all your wives doesn’t keep them in line? What a surprise.”

      She glared at him as she spoke, telling herself that she didn’t care if his gaze narrowed slightly.

      His features were dark and hard, like a rock shaped by the blowing winds of the desert. His headdress covered his hair, but she suspected it would be dark, perhaps to his collar, perhaps a little shorter. He had broad shoulders, and he carried himself like a man used to the weight of many burdens.

      “For a woman completely at my mercy, you are either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish.”

      “You’ve already accused me of being foolish,” she reminded him. “Rather unjustly if you ask me.”

      “I did not ask you. Besides, what would you call someone who heads out into the desert without a guide, or even the most basic of supplies?”

      “I had a horse and—”

      He cut her off with a slight tilt of his chin. “Or the skill to keep them,” he finished.

      Rather than answer, she glanced over his shoulder. The men he’d left when he’d chased her had started to set up camp. Already they had a small fire burning and were setting a pot to boil.

      “You have water?” she asked, licking her dry lips.

      “Yes, and food. Unlike you, we kept possession of our supplies.”

      She couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from the liquid being poured into the pot. “Please,” she whispered.

      “Not so fast, my desert bird. Before you partake of our meager offerings, I want to make sure you don’t fly away again.”

      “As you already pointed out, where would I go?”

      “Not having a destination didn’t stop you before.”

      He dismounted. Before she could slide to the ground, he pulled a length of rope from his voluminous robes and grabbed her wrists.

      “Hey,” she protested, tugging against his actions. “You don’t have to do this. I’m not going anywhere.”

      “I intend to make sure of that.”

      She tried to pull her arms away so he couldn’t reach her wrists, but he moved too quickly and tied her. Then she shifted too far back in the saddle and started to slide off the horse. The man caught her by the front of her shirt and pulled her toward him. She lost her balance and fell heavily against him. He didn’t even grunt.

      Wrapping one arm around her waist, he lowered her to the ground. While she was still trying to catch her breath, he secured her ankles together, then straightened.

      “Wait here,” he told her and led his horse toward the makeshift camp.

      “What?” she yelled, wiggling on the ground, unable to get up on her own. “You can’t leave me here.”

      He studied her with his dark eyes, then smiled. “I would say that I can.”

      Stunned by disbelief, Sabrina watched as he joined the other men. He said something she couldn’t hear and they chuckled in response. Anger replaced the fear burning in her chest. She would show him, she vowed, tugging on her fastenings and kicking at the sand. She would get free and find her way back to Bahania and have him shot. Or hanged. Or maybe both…at the same time. Her father might not pay much attention to her but he wouldn’t be happy about her being kidnapped.

      Unable to free herself, she shifted until her back was to the camp. Bad enough that she could smell them cooking dinner, she didn’t want to have to


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