Page 60 of Dirty Wild Sultan

I could use a Jeep or a helicopter, but that would create noise and attention that we didn’t need. If they caught me in Maahnoor with Nasrin, the council would think that I was a suspect in my own mother’s death. Whatever happens, I have to try my best not to get caught. Or get killed.

Reaching the palace of Maahnoor was easy, sneaking inside it was easier. I made a note of reforming and restructuring the palace of Maahnoor after seeing the cracked walls and chipped paint. It barely stood a chance against an earthquake, and it pained me that I had allowed Nasrin to stay there thinking it was safe.

“Fancy seeing you here, Your Grace.”

I turned, short knife in hand, and took a sharp breath when the barrel of the gun was pointed between my brows. I sighed, seeing who it was. “Elena. I didn’t think you would be here.”

She grinned and lowered the gun and tucked it safely in the band of her jeans. “How could I ignore you begging me for a favor to keep an eye on your wife? She is very cute by the way.”

I smiled at her green eyes, her blonde hair tucked into a ponytail. I wished I had the time to greet an old friend, but I didn’t. “Where is she?” I asked and like a professional she was, she led me straight to her room. Well, below it.

“Climb it. It will be easier to escape.” Elena said, her eyes assessing the empty hallway and the barren gardens as I stood below the balcony of Nasrin’s room.

“Why escape?” I asked, tucking the knife back into its sheath.

“Just a hunch. I will keep an eye out,” she said, and winked at me. “Go get your girl, Zain.”

Giving her a nod, I rubbed my palms and started climbing the wall, wincing when the edge of my fingers burned against the plaster.Mental note: add more safety in the palace.If I could easily breach it in a matter of minutes, then anyone could.

“What are you doing?”

I screamed. Nasrin screamed.

“What the fu—” I gasped and scrambled up on the balcony. I leaned against the railing and rubbed my chest where my heart thudded loudly. “You scared me.”

She stared at me, her eyes wide. “I should be the one saying that! What are you even doing here? Climbing a wall? Are you hurt?”

“I am here to woo you and not get stabbed,” I blurted. “No, I am not hurt.”

Her eyes softened before they turned dark and she punched my jaw, almost pushing me down the railing of the balcony. I hissed and rubbed the small throbbing on my jaw.

“Okay, I deserved that,” I said and blinked at her, watching her rub her red knuckles and murmuring something along the lines of ‘fucking handsome face.’

“Nasrin, is everything okay?” Someone shouted from the doors of her room as I took in the plain white sheets and four-poster bed. No riches or opulence surrounded it. It was plain and boring… nothing like Nasrin. How could she live in a room like this?

“Yes, I… I saw a scrambling cockroach and punched it,” Nasrin answered, glaring at me.

“You punched a cockroach?” The guard asked through the door.

“Yes, go away. I am okay.” She turned towards me and pointed at me, “You.”

“Me.”

“You.”

“Me.”

“Why are you here?”

“Because I am sorry for being an asshole. I shouldn’t have pushed you away and ordered you to stay here when I could have listened to you.”

“Yes, you are an asshole,” Nasrin nodded, crossing her arms, my eyes lowering to the tee shirt she wore. It was odd seeing her in such casual clothing. Shorts, tee shirt, and her bare feet. She looked young.

I licked my lips.

“Wow,” she scoffed, throwing her hands in the air. “You have the audacity of pushing me away, sneak up into my room at midnight and give methatlook.”

“What look?” I blinked at her innocently.

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