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‘I gave him no choice but to agree. I made it clear that if he refused then I am prepared to take it to the people,’ Ilyas said. ‘Would I have your support?’
‘You don’t need it.’
‘I want it, though.’
Hazin looked at his brother.
A stranger.
He wanted to believe change could happen, yet could not really see it taking place. Yet there was a stir of relief within Hazin that his brother would be stepping up, an intrinsic trust that Ilyas would get things right, yet he did not know where that feeling came from for they had been raised apart. ‘You have my support.’
‘I want you beside me.’
‘Oh, no.’ Hazin shook his head. He would support his brother in his ventures but he would not be returning home.
‘Hazin, there has been a lot of damage done by him. If things are to be put right it’s going to take a lot of work to win back people’s trust. You returning to Zayrinia would speak volumes.’
‘You expect me to upend my life on the premise that things may change?’
‘They shall change. And there is something else I am here to tell you,’ Ilyas said. ‘I am going to marry in two weeks’ time.’
‘So much for change.’ Hazin shrugged and took a drink of his coffee. Ilyas had always refused to marry, insisting the harem more than sufficed. ‘You simply gave in to him.’
It had infuriated their father that Ilyas had refused to marry. He had long wanted to select a bride for his son and for there to be a Royal wedding.
At the age of eighteen Hazin had received his exam results. He had worked incredibly hard and the results had been outstanding.
His father hadn’t even commented.
Instead of attending university in England, as had been Hazin’s dream, finally he’d found something he could do that might please his father the King.
There was going to be a Royal wedding—Hazin’s.
Petra had been chosen as his bride and they had first met at the wedding itself.
Both had been eighteen and Hazin could well remember looking out from the balcony at the cheering crowds and wondering what the hell he had done, while trying to hide it from his bride.
Ilyas dragged him from his introspection. ‘You remember Maggie?’
Hazin frowned at the sound of that name again.
He hadn’t seen her in six months. Even then, all they had shared was a conversation and that alone had caused so much trouble.
Yet in the space of an hour he had heard her name twice.
Once from Flo, now from his brother.
‘What about her?’
‘Last night I asked Maggie to marry me.’
Hazin suddenly felt caught.
Nothing at all had happened between Maggie and himself. It had been a set-up and the cameras watching had hoped something would.
It hadn’t.
But Hazin had asked the Palace to pay the ransom demand because of the conversation that had taken place between them. Thankfully, though, their voices had not been recorded and so no one other than Maggie knew what had been said.
He had spoken openly, perhaps far too openly, but he had felt safe in the knowledge he would never see Maggie again.
Yet now he was being told she was to marry his brother!
Had she told Ilyas what he had said?
‘Maggie is pregnant,’ Ilyas told him. ‘The baby is due in three months.’
‘So while you were nailing me to the wall for something Maggie and I didn’t do, all the time you were—’
‘Hazin,’ Ilyas interrupted, ‘I had Maggie brought to the desert to find out what was going on, because I assumed she was blackmailing you. She wasn’t. We fell in love.’
And that silenced Hazin, for it was something he’d never thought he would hear from Ilyas’s mouth.
His brother had always seemed cold and aloof and yet he was sitting in a café, telling him there would be changes in the Palace and that he had fallen in love.
And, yes, Maggie had spoken.
The content of the conversation had been private. Words had been said to a stranger with confidence they would never meet again.
Instead, Ilyas relayed what he had said that day.
‘Maggie told me you said on the yacht that you hoped to be disinherited.’
‘Well, she shouldn’t have repeated what was clearly a private conversation,’
‘It remains just between us. I shall not be taking what was said to the elders.’
Oh, Ilyas was so controlled and formal, Hazin thought, and shot him a look as he spoke on.
‘I understand too that you don’t want to speak at Petra’s anniversary...’
‘Maggie’s been busy!’ Hazin sneered.
‘I had to drag the conversation from her.’
Hazin felt as if his most private thoughts were being raked over by a stranger.
‘I know this must be difficult for you,’ Ilyas attempted. ‘You must miss Petra—’
He knew nothing.
Ilyas, who had always been so distant, suddenly reaching out did not sit right with Hazin.
‘We don’t talk, Ilyas. We never have, unless it was you telling me to raise my game. You know nothing of my life yet ten years after Petra’s death you sit here and tell me you know how I feel?’ Hazin shook his head. ‘Too late.’
‘No.’ Ilyas said. ‘I want—’
‘You can keep wanting, then,’ Hazin said. ‘But I have no desire to come back home, and certainly not for a wedding.’
The last one he had been to had been his own.
They had all assumed he had been blinded with grief since Petra’s death and that was why he had gone off the rails.
They didn’t know him at all and it was too late now to try.
‘Why didn’t you show up last night?’ Hazin asked.
He saw Ilyas’s slight eyebrow rise at the odd question, given the rather vital news, but Hazin was starting to realise what might have occurred.
‘I went to see Maggie,’ he said. ‘She was actually on her way to try and meet you, so you could have me contact her.’
Hazin pressed his fingers into his forehead and closed his eyes. He could see now what had happened. Worse, he could see himself tossing Flo her clothes and shouting at her to get out.
He had to get back and try to explain somehow, and now had no desire to play catch-up with his brother.
‘Good luck with the wedding,’ Hazin said, and stood.
Ilyas did not try to dissuade him from leaving. They may not have been close, but he knew his younger brother would take time later to think it through.
And Hazin would.
Right now there was somewhere else he needed to be.
He walked briskly back to the hotel and took the elevator up to his floor. He pulled out his card and swiped the door open.
Too late.
Flo was gone.
He had known that she would be.
Hazin really hadn’t imagined he’d find her sitting there, tucking into breakfast. Instead it had been set up on the table and remained untouched.
He walked through to the bedroom and the unmade bed.
There was the towel he had dropped on the floor and there was another so he guessed she must have showered and left.
Hazin walked back to the untouched breakfast and felt a curl of guilt when he saw a box of tissues by the window and a little pile of knotted ones.
She’d been crying.
Hazin was very used to being a deliberate bastard.
This morning he’d been an inadvertent one.
CHAPTER FOUR (#u04dc8459-e341-5a3f-a28a-4932707cbbfa)
IF EVER THERE was a walk of shame, this was one. Not only was Flo clearly wearing last night’s clothes, she’d also had to go down to the bar to retrieve her phone.
When she stepped out onto the street it was raining.
Of course it was, Flo thought as she trudged in high heels towards the underground.
What on earth had she been thinking last night?
Only she hadn’t been thinking—one look into those smoky eyes and she’d forgotten why she was even at Dion’s. How the hell was she going to tell Maggie the mess she had made of things?
And where the hell was Maggie?
Flo turned on her phone and on a cold, miserable wet morning there was suddenly a reason to smile.
Ilyas had proposed.
Oh, she was going to start crying again and hadn’t thought to stuff her purse with tissues from the hotel.
So she used the back of her hand and read on and saw that Maggie wanted her to come straight over.
Er, that would be a no.
Flo first went back to her tiny flat and pulled on something a bit less last night!
Then she did what she could with foundation because her chin was a little red and her mouth was all swollen from his delicious kisses and soft nips with his teeth.
She was going to start crying again, but that would not do.
So, instead of weeping, Flo headed over to her friend’s and bought a bunch of flowers on the way.
‘What happened?’ Flo smiled, putting her own woes aside to celebrate the wonderful news with her friend, though there were rather too many stars in Maggie’s eyes to see the threat of tears in Flo’s.
‘A lot,’ Maggie said. ‘I was just on my way to meet you when Ilyas came to the door. I’m so sorry I left you waiting...’
‘Of course you did!’ Flo said, for she totally understood the wonderful surprise that it must have been. ‘What did he say about the baby?’
‘He’s thrilled,’ Maggie said, but then her face became worried. ‘I don’t know how the people will react, though, or his family. Flo, there is so much going on back in Zayrinia—Ilyas has challenged his father, the King.’
‘What does that even mean?’
‘That Ilyas is to be the silent leader. From now on nothing is to get passed without his approval. He has told his father that if he doesn’t comply then he will take it to the people.’
