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"I have the right to know. " Perhaps she didn't; she could be wrong. Her heart assured her she wasn't. He was becoming so much a part of her that she wasn't certain anymore where she ended and he began inside her soul.
Plowing his fingers through his damp hair, a heavy sigh left his chest as he moved into the bedroom and jerked a pair of loose white pants on over his dark, muscular legs.
Silence filled the bedroom. It was thick, heavy with tension, as Marty waited to see what he said, or what he would do.
"She was our lover," he finally said softly.
Marty stood slowly, turning to him only to find herself staring at his back as he stood in front of the heavily tinted windows.
"Yours and Abram's," she said.
He nodded. "More Abram's. She was his wife. " He shrugged as though in afterthought.
She watched his profile as he rubbed at his face and grimaced heavily.
"What happened?"
He gripped his neck tight for long seconds before blowing a hard breath and turning back to her.
"As I told you before, we thought Ayid and Aman as well as their wives had been killed in that explosion. We didn't know Ayid and Aman had surivived. I was attacked hours later, taken out into the desert and nearly killed. Abram went to Riyadh at our father's request to learn what had happened to Ayid and Aman. Once we were both out of the way, Ayid and Aman returned to the palace. " He closed his eyes as he turned away from her and fought back the tightening of his gut at the knowledge of how Lessa had been found.
"Ayid and Aman did it?" she asked.
He nodded. "They weren't where they were supposed to be. Their wives were there, but they weren't. The moment the building was bombed, they knew I had betrayed them. They knew, because I had been at their home and seen the paper that the location was written on. They knew that. Ayid caught me reading it. I told him it was near my favorite coffeehouse. We laughed about it. "
Marty felt the raw agony that glittered in his eyes.
"There was no reason for them to believe I would think anything of it. " He breathed out roughly. "No reason to think it would affect their plans. After all, I was no more than the bastard brother who wanted nothing more than to make the world my playground. "
Marty sat silently, watching the emotions that flitted across his face.
Hatred and fury flashed in his eyes for a second before he shook his head and moved from the window to the small sofa that faced the bed. Sitting down, he laid his arms on his knees and stared at the floor for long seconds.
"Shayne found me in the desert," he continued wearily. "When I made it back to the castle it was to find Abram screaming in rage at our father. As strong as he was, as unbendable as he could be, still, he cried when Azir called his wife a whore. Then he admitted he knew that Abram had shared his wife with me, and that because of that he would do nothing to Ayid and Aman for her murder. " He turned away from her for a long moment before continuing in a voice thick with grief. "I had sworn to protect her as I would my own wife. I swore to love her as I would love my own. And I failed her. " When he turned back to her his gaze was bleak with sorrow. "You have always watched me with such pride, with such confidence in my strength. To have you know the truth, to know I failed Lessa when I swore to protect her, to love her with all I was . . . " He gave his head a hard shake. "It was a truth I did not want you to know. "
"And you think this affects how I see you?" she whispered painfully. "That I would blame you?"
"I blame me," he stated simply. "I failed, when I should have been more diligent. "
"Your father failed. " A tear slipped down her cheek as she read the pain in his eyes, in his face. He had made a promise, a vow, and the knowledge that fate had conspired against him had obviously nearly destroyed him.
"I watched that crazy old bastard that day. I saw a monster who had helped create me, and I wanted to be sick. " He jumped to his feet and paced the room again as Marty watched, aching for him.
"She was so young. " He turned back to her, his gaze tortured. "We were so young. " A sharp laugh left his throat. "So stupid to believe that we could ever change what hasn't changed in the history of the world. "
"Did you love her?" she asked.
He shook his head slowly. "I cared for her, deeply, but she was Abram's wife. Abram loved her. And I saw his face that day. He was lost inside. A man now free without the anchor sustaining him. " He shrugged his shoulders heavily. "I left that night. I went to my rooms, showered, and patched myself up as best I could before calling Mother. She arranged my transport home. I left the palace that night, I contacted Shayne, and left Azir's lands. I've never returned. Azir refused to do anything about the brothers until he was ordered to by the ruling family. Then he appealed to Abram, begged him to save his lands and his people at a time when Abram was making plans to leave Saudi and immigrate here to America. "
That was new information to her. "Did Azir know Abram was planning to leave?" she asked.
Khalid shook his head. "He couldn't have known. If he had, he would have killed Abram himself. "
"How would Aman and Ayid react to that information?" she questioned.
"They would kill him faster," Khalid stated. "That would disgrace the family. It would be a stain on their honor that would forever mar their lineage. When Abram's second wife and unborn child died under mysterious circumstances, Azir sent Abdul here, supposedly to protect me," he sneered.
"Why were the facts of her death covered up?"
