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Tom cleared his throat.“Bring her back to the palace station,” he instructed into the mic.“We’ll meet you there in two hours.”
He turned to Mikail with a rare, relieved smile.“We’re done, Your Highness.Clyde has been captured.”
Mikail’s gaze shifted to Nahla.The weight of the moment settled between them.Clyde was gone.The threat was over.She didn’t need his protection anymore.
She could go home.
But then she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.“Two months,” she whispered, voice fierce with joy.
He blinked.“Two months?”
“I want to marry you in two months,” she said, rising on her toes, her hands cradling his jaw.“No delays.No more waiting.”
A slow, crooked grin spread across his face as he leaned down and kissed her.“I think that can be arranged.”
Chapter 37
Nahla stood beside Mikail in one of the smaller salons, nervously twisting her engagement ring.The lab-created diamond sparkled under the overhead light, but it didn’t calm her nerves.
Mikail frowned at her fidgeting.“Why are you nervous?”he asked, his voice low and gravelly as he took her chilly hands in his, rubbing warmth into her fingers.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, leaning in with a sigh of relief when he wrapped his arms around her.His embrace was steadying, grounding.She pressed her cheek against his chest, breathing in his clean, spicy scent.
“You love your family,” he reminded her gently.“You’ve said it a dozen times.So what do you think is going to happen when they show up?”
“I have no idea how they’re going to—”
A bellow interrupted her.
“I send my cousin off to be protected andthisis what happens?”
Nahla jumped as Saif stormed through the door, his hands on his hips and outrage burning in his eyes.Behind him came her entire family—her brother, her parents, even Azlyn holding her baby, Griff, who immediately flailed his chubby arms when he spotted Nahla.
Good grief!Not just Zayn.The whole crew?!
Nahla instinctively stepped in front of Mikail.“Saif, it’s not what you think!”
Saif’s eyes narrowed.“You’re not seriouslyengagedto that brute?”
She glanced down at the ring still sparkling on her finger.“Well, yes.But—”
“Then it’sexactlywhat I think,” he huffed, arms crossing in righteous indignation.
Nahla stepped forward, but Mikail’s arms slipped around her waist, holding her in place.
“Saif, what’s your problem?”she snapped, growing angry.
But before Saif could reply, Zayn stepped in and knocked a fist against his cousin’s shoulder, chuckling.The tension cracked, and Saif’s glower melted into a mischievous grin.
“Not a damn thing,” he said, suddenly all charm.“It’s about time!”
Nahla blinked.“Wait a second—” she twisted in Mikail’s hold, still trying to gauge what the hell was going on.“Are youseriouslytelling me this was all a setup?”
“Not the assassin part,” Saif clarified quickly, then gave her a sheepish shrug.“But yeah.Zayn and I saw how you looked at Mikail at that party last year.The Clyde situation just gave us the perfect excuse to nudge things along.”
She went rigid, staring at them both in disbelief.Then she turned to Mikail, her mouth a tight line.“Are you going to beat them up?”she asked in a low, furious whisper.
Mikail followed her gaze, taking in the smug expressions plastered on Zayn and Saif’s too-handsome faces.Even little Griff was trying to look stern from Azlyn’s arms—though with his dimpled cheeks and wide eyes, he was failing adorably.
