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He blinked, clearing his thoughts, meeting her eyes then but guarding his inner-most thoughts.

“What’s happened?” She lifted out a black gown with gold beading and detailed stitching, and pulled it over her head. It fit perfectly, though she’d never seen it before. She ran her hands over her hips, molding it into place, and then finger-combed her hair, all the while her eyes never leaving his face.

“It’s Goran,” he said after a moment, spinning away from her and planting his hands on his hips, staring at the wall of the tent.

“The man I met that night?”

Raffa’s stiffening shoulders was all the confirmation she needed. His fury was a wall between them.

“What about him?”

“He’s at the palace. He’s come to see Amit.”

“Amit?” She moved across the tent, worry marring her own features now. “Why? Why does he want to see your son?”

Sympathy curdled inside of her. How worried Raffa must be, his child back at the palace and a man he clearly despised intent on visiting the boy!

“Try not to worry,” she soothed, when Raffa didn’t answer. “You have security at the palace. They’ll stop him from hurting Amit.”

“He doesn’t want to hurt Amit,” Raffa said, and something in the words filled her with ice. “He wants to take him away from me.”

Chloe’s jaw dropped. “But that’s outrageous! How can he? Amit is your child and you are the Sheikh! Goran has no business going near Amit!”

“I am Sheikh,” Raffa agreed with a dangerous softness to his words. “But Amit is not my son. He’s Goran’s.”

“What?” She stared at Raffa with all her confusion apparent on her face. “You can’t be serious?”

Raffa spun his head, to face her. “Perfectly.”

“But you’ve told me he’s yours. He lives in the palace. He’s…”

“Amit is my nephew,” Raffa said gently. “But I have raised him as my son almost from birth. I care for him as I would my own son – he holds that place inside of me.”

The rotor blades of the helicopter were whirring overhead, loud and insistent as it droned closer and closer. The sides of the tent flapped faster as it came lower, finally setting down outside.

“I don’t understand any of this. How can he be your nephew? Elena wasn’t your sister…”

“No.” Raffa reached for Chloe’s hands, and the grip he had on her palm was tight and insistent. “Goran is my half-brother.” He pulled her beside him, out of the tent, but her mind was ten steps behind.

He handed her up into the helicopter, and then followed, but her brain was furiously trying to absorb what he’d just said. It didn’t make sense.

“Your half-brother?”

“Yes.” He reached across Chloe and buckled her into place. It was a clinical, purposeful movement but that didn’t stop her body from responding instantly, it didn’t stop her from experiencing a jolt of pleasure. But urgency pushed that aside.

“Explain this to me?” How was it possible? His father and mother had been married- happily enough? She’d never heard talk of anyone else. Surely Raffa was mistaken. Or perhaps he was using the term ‘brother’ liberally, to describe someone who was raised as his brother but wasn’t biologically.

His eyes were tortured. “Later.” He gestured towards the helicopter and sure enough, the blades began to spin faster and faster, the noise almost unbearable until he reached across with a set of earphones. She put them on, but her look was beseeching. She needed answers, answers only he could provide. Yet, in a noisy machine with a pilot and co-pilot behind the controls, he was obviously not going to speak, regardless of the bombshell he’d just dropped on her lap.

Amit wasn’t Raffa’s son.

He was Goran’s.

Raffa hated Goran. She shivered, remembering the way her husband had exploded after the sight of Goran speaking to Chloe. Why did he feel that enmity towards his own flesh and blood? What had happened between them?

Her eyes sought Raffa’s, but he was staring resolutely ahead, his face a mask of cold composure even when she knew he must be flooded with panic. She’d seen it in him, the moment he’d heard the news.

Whatever had happened between Goran and Raffa, this news changed everything for Chloe, for Raffa, and for their future.

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