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Saeed His right hand Right now, his rightthat could wrench him out of the vortex of despair, the incapacitation of horror and guilt

Janaan needed him He couldn’t afford to lose his mind, or have a stroke He’d succumb to either, or both, only when he’d taken care of her, when he’d saved her

“Sheikh Malek, we can take care of her froest anyone but he would care for her Only he would fight for her No one else Ever

He reached a quaking hand to her carotid She was alive

He knelt over her, kissed her all over her swelling face, e, “I’m here, ya habibati I will never leave you Never”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

JANAAN WOKE UP in heaven

She’d woken up ery unit’s IC, in a different and far larger IC, in a hospital bed soly lit The only constant she was sure she saas Malek In her deliriu caring, healing and love over her He looked so haggard, so stricken, she wept She couldn’t see hiht there was a stretch of time, the last she re To him, to Hessuh, Saeed and Rafeeq She reottenin that hospital bed She remembered she’d wondered why she was there

Now, as she opened her eyes to find herself draped in an ethereal cocoon of gossaolden fra in the luxurious depths of sheerest white and softest cotton, drenched in nerve-tingling spicy scents, warht, she re boulder

Judging by the persistent IC the by Malek’s constant presence, it ether

“I will have to lock you up”

Malek His voice as dark and haggard as she remembered he’d looked in her deliriu in on it She found hiantic bed, sprawled in a huge, high-backed arauzy curtain she saearing an abaya, white and es

It was the first tial, overwhel, but in this, he was Whoa He was just … just … Whoa

This hat he was born to wear Her incomparable prince of the desert

He stood up in one of those flowingand tall, and the abaya fell open And she had her first unhindered view of his body

She should have known that all the fantasies that had tor to his reality It had been ination to do hiination now Would never need it again Froed to lose herself against, a painstaking sculpture of perfection and potency, dusted in just the exact thickness of ebony silk to accentuate each slope and bulge of sheerlayer arrowed down over an abdoods and endless sta-tied white pants straight out of a thousand and one Arabian nights hung loay low, on those narrow,nothing to hide the shape and size of his briefs-bridled manhood