Page 84 of Dalla's Royal Guards
Dalla shot Nasser a flirty smile before she held out her hand to Musad again. He stepped forward, pressing his palm to hers as their bodies moved close together. Their pressed handsmoved to a vertical position, and his gaze softened when they interlocked fingers.
He bit his lip against a grin when she freed her hand to roam more interesting places, trailing her hands over his bare chest and pushing his shirt off his shoulders.
“Have me any way you want me, Dalla. I’m yours,” he murmured heatedly.
She hummed a throaty agreement and captured his lips.
“Seriously?” Nasser pouted. “Are we not doing dibs anymore? Is that not a thing?”
Twenty-Three
“They’re no longer in Simdan. Hadi had a military helicopter take them to Narva three days ago,” CIA Field Agent Harris Totter said.
Debra Carr-Myers pursed her lips, the Bluetooth connection to her phone firmly in her ear as she stood beneath the pale blue glow of Simdan International’s west terminal. The departure board overhead ticked softly as it refreshed, blinking destinations and delays in rhythmic succession.
The air carried the scent of expensive perfume from the boutique across from her layered with warm cinnamon pastries from the nearby café. Polished marble reflected the quiet shuffle of designer shoes and rolling luggage.
Around her, weary travelers drifted in tidy clusters—families herding sleepy children, solo passengers gripping boarding passes, a couple laughing quietly near the duty-free shop. No one paid attention to her.
Three days of bureaucracy, diplomatic hoops, and rerouted flights—just to find they were already gone.
“Do we have anyone on the ground in Narva?” she asked, eyes scanning the board hopefully for a direct flight.
“I wish,” Harris said, his voice scratchy in her ear. “The place is gorgeous—coastal cliffs, ancient spires, olive groves, you name it—but nothing ever really goes down there that flags division interest.”
Debra spotted a few Narvan tourists passing by—sun-kissed, well-dressed, and laughing. If they knew who was hiding in their quiet kingdom, they gave no sign.
“What do you know about the incident that happened in Simdan?” she asked, her voice tight.
Harris’s slow exhale blew noisily through her earpiece. “Looks like there was a car chase. Ended badly for some mercs. Not sure if they were after Hadi or the Al-Rashid brothers. Could’ve been a snatch-for-ransom, could’ve been fallout from Kashir. Sources say Crosse and Hellman aren’t thrilled about the brothers’ rescue of their niece and nanny. It’s caused some backlash.”
Debra’s gaze snapped back to the board.
Narva…There.A flight tucked into the bottom corner. Late, but available.
“And what about the woman?” she asked as she quickly booked the flight with a few taps in an app on her phone. “Dalla Bogadottir.”
Harris hesitated. “Yeah... that’s where it gets weird.”
Debra’s hand tightened around her phone. “How weird?”
“Nothing on CCTV. Every camera file’s been scrubbed. Thoroughly. “Like someone didn’t just wipe them—they saltedthe digital earth behind them. No footage exists. But the eyewitness accounts?” Harris’s voice dropped. “That’s where it goes off the rails.”
“I’m listening,” Debra said quietly.
“Gunfight. At least six mercs, maybe more, surrounded Nasser Al-Rashid, their driver, the girl, and her nanny. SUV was flipped. About to blow. Then—out of nowhere—Bogadottir appears on top of the vehicle with a bow. She justappeared. With an actual medieval longbow. She takes out the attackers one by one while bullets are flying all around her.”
Debra’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “She wasn’t hit?”
“Not even grazed. And there were bullets in the stone wall behind her, clustered, like a dozen men with guns were aiming for the lady standing on top of that car—and they should have hit. Instead, it’s like they passed right through her. It’s like physics just gave up trying. And that’s not even the wildest part of the story.”
“There’s more?” she asked, voice dropping.
“No,” Harris admitted. “Several bystanders—civilians, not drunk or anything—they swear that when she appeared out of thin air… they saw wings.”
Debra blinked slowly. “Wings?”
“Yeah. Big, glowing ones. Like—angelic or mythical or something. I know how it sounds. But they weren’t the kind of people who said that kind of thing lightly.”
