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A man, almost as tall as Raffa, and with a similar complexion, moved towards him. She saw the moment Raffa recognized the man, and though her husband continued to speak, she noted the tension emanating from him, the look of contained anger.

Fascinated, she sipped her tea and watched from beneath hooded lashes. Would the man approach Raffa? Or watch from a distance, as she was?

Neither.

He bypassed the group and his eyes latched to Chloe, so that she realized he intended to speak to her.

She didn’t betray with even a flicker of her lashes that her husband had given her cause for concern; that she was letting Raffa’s reaction be her guide as to how to welcome this person – whomever he may be.

“Your highness,” he said when he was close enough to be heard. He bowed low, and though it was obsequiousness itself, she doubted the sincerity of the gesture. “I have not had the pleasure of meeting you in person, though I have heard such flattering reports from one who knows you, perhaps, amongst the best of all.”

“I see,” she said, arching a brow. “And you are?”

“You may call me Goran,” he said with another bow.

“Goran.” The name wasn’t familiar to her, but then again, Raffa had so many acquaintances, how could she remember all of them? “Are you a minister in my husband’s cabinet?” She asked, her smile pasted in place with sheer willpower alone.

“No. We are old friends,” he said, and she knew him to be lying. She could feel the insincerity in the words in a way that made her skin crawl.

“Well, Goran, it was a pleasure to meet you,” she said with a dose of her own insincerity.

“You aren’t leaving already?” He prompted, lazily, but with an intensity that kicked her adrenaline up a notch. “Aren’t you curious how I know of you?”

“Your highness,” a more familiar voice called her attention and she looked to her left to see a man she’d met a handful of times striding towards her. His warm smile was reserved purely for her.

“Kalim,” she said, remembering his name at the last moment.

He bowed towards her. “I beg your pardon for interrupting,” he said, “but the Sheikh has asked me to introduce you to his Infrastructure minister.”

“Of course,” she murmured, sending what she hoped passed muster as an apologetic smile towards Goran. “He mentioned that to me also. It was a pleasure meeting you, sir.”

Goran said nothing, but as she walked away with Kalim, she felt the other man’s eyes on her the whole time.

“You are best avoiding him at future events,” Kalim said, placing a hand on the small of Chloe’s back and steering her towards one set of glass doors that opened onto a small balcony. There were dozens of them in a row, lining this side of the ballroom, and there was just enough space for the two of them and the two pot plants that lined each side of the door.

“I wouldn’t plan to seek him out,” Chloe said honestly. “Who is he?”

A look of recalcitrance passed Kalim’s face. “Someone the Sheikh knows but doesn’t trust.”

“I see. And why is that?”

“For that, you would need to speak to me.”

Raffa stood at the door, his look one of anger, though Chloe was certain it wasn’t directed at her. It was barely restrained, a wave of emotion emanating from him, as though he couldn’t contain it.

Kalim apparently understood. He bowed without speaking and slipped past Raffa, through the doors, returning to the party. Raffa took his space on the balcony, shutting the glass doors behind himself.

“You are not to speak to him.”

Chloe’s skin prickled and though his direction was something she had already decided, and something Kalim had also suggested, she bristled at the tone of Raffa’s words and tilted her chin with a burst of her own anger. “You cannot tell me who I may and may not associate with,” she warned. “I’m not yours to control.”

“Oh, aren’t you?” He demanded, closing the gap between them and placing a hand on either side of the balcony behind her, effectively trapping her between him and the hip-height wall.

“You will not speak to him.”

“And if I do?” She insisted, defiantly.

His eyes swept shut and a muscle jerked in his jaw.

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