Page 61 of Her Irresistible Sheik
“No,” Tom said, his voice filled with awe.“That woman has been tracking him.We’re not sure how, but she’s been following him for a while now.And based on what we’re seeing…” he gestured to the screen again just as the woman executed a flawless roundhouse kick that sent Clyde staggering back.
“Damn!”someone muttered.
“Holy—did she just—?!”another guard started, but gasped when she followed up with a spin kick that nearly took Clyde’s head off.
Gasps and winces rippled through the room.
“This is better than anything on Netflix,” one of the guards whispered, eyes wide.
Tom crossed his arms, grinning as he watched the feed.“We’re tracking their coordinates now.I’ve got a team rerouting to intercept in case things get out of hand.”
Nahla and Mikail remained frozen in place, watching as the woman pinned Clyde against the wall, shouting something fierce.
“She’s not just after him,” Nahla murmured.“Sheknowshim.”
Mikail nodded slowly.“And she’s very, very angry.”
The entire security room had fallen silent except for the occasional gasp or murmur as the fight continued to unfold.
Tom spoke again, his voice reverent.“Whoever she is—she just might be our best chance of bringing Clyde down.”
Mikail reached for Nahla’s hand again, his grip firm.“Let’s make sure she doesn’t have to do it alone.”
The guy dropped hard, crumpling to his knees with a grunt.The camera caught everything—the sharp wince of pain, the stunned expression—and then, bizarrely, the man’s hand went to his backside.
“Is he grabbing hisbutt?”one of the guards asked incredulously.
Tom leaned in, squinting.“Yep.Pretty sure those kicks landed in the gut, but I guess the wound from the stray arrow hasn’t healed very well.”
“Do we know who the woman is?”Nahla asked, eyes wide with curiosity, squinting at the pink streaks in her hair.
“Not a clue,” Tom replied, shaking his head slowly, “but damn—she’s good.”
On screen, the woman was still shouting at Clyde, who was now wobbling as he tried to push to his feet.Nahla leaned forward—and gasped.“He’s got a gun!”
Sure enough, Clyde had pulled a pistol from the waistband of his pants.But before he could even raise it, the woman lashed out with lightning speed, kicking the weapon clean out of his hand.It clattered across the pavement and disappeared from view.
“She’sso badass,” Nahla whispered, awestruck.“I want to learn how to do that!”
Mikail groaned softly, remembering the disaster her last scone attempt had caused.If her fighting turned out anything like her baking…or her archery…!
He didn’t say it aloud.Instead, he slid his arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, murmuring, “Let’s take it one skill at a time.”
But his eyes remained on the screen, darkening.“She’s going to kill him, Tom.”
Tom shook his head, arms crossed.“Doubt it.My team’s about sixty seconds away.They’ll handle it.”Then he added, more thoughtfully, “Moves like that…those are personal.Whatever her reason, I’d say she’s doing the world a favor.I’m more inclined to shake her hand than book her for assault.”
Just as he said it, Clyde made another desperate move to stand—and the woman dropped him again with a swift, merciless kick between the legs.He hit the ground with a choked cry, curling onto his side.
“Oof,” someone muttered from the back of the room.Another guard whispered, “She’s not pulling punches.”
A military vehicle roared onto the scene in a cloud of dust, coming to a fast stop.Two guards jumped out, weapons raised and trained on Clyde.The woman immediately raised her hands and stepped back, her body still radiating fury, but she didn’t resist.
The audio feed cut in as one of the guards approached her, asking something quietly.
“That man killed my husband,” she said, her voice raw and shaking.“I have all the proof you need.”And then, abruptly, she collapsed against the guard’s chest, sobbing as if the fight had finally drained out of her.
Inside the palace security office, everyone was silent.The guard looked directly into the camera, silently awaiting instruction.
