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Chapter Eight
Prue couldn't eventhinkof saying no when Khadem lied back against the couch and pulled her close so she could curl up against his chest. She felt so much more tired after her most recent orgasm, but it was the kind of exhaustion that also made her feel like she was floating.
Was this what heaven felt like, or was it blasphemous to think that way, considering that every kiss and caress she enjoyed from him was an act of betrayal against Klaus?
"Stop overthinking," Khadem muttered over her head, and Prue couldn't help but smile because he, too, sounded tired and relaxed at the same time.
"You only have a few minutes of rest. Take advantage of it."
That was true, and Prue decided to take his advice. She should stop overthinking, but as for how to best spend these few minutes of restandsanity...
"Can you tell me something about yourself?"
Khadem nearly smiled. A woman always did want to talk, but whereas such requests would have him dumping said woman in a flash—-
This was Prue, and she was different. Whatever she asked for, he wanted to give, and since she wanted to know something about him—-
"I'm from the royal family of Huzna."
Prue started to protest and tell him she was being serious, but when Khadem remained still under her, she ended up scrambling off him and scooting all the way to the other end of the couch.
She gazed at him suspiciously, and he had no trouble meeting her eyes.
"Y-You can't be."
Khadem's broad shoulders moved in a shrug. "I won't force you to believe me."
Prue felt light-headed. "You're really aprince?"
"The correct word would be sheikh."
The last word echoed in her brain. Asheikh.This man was a sheikh. Khadem was asheikh.
"Would you like some proof?" Khadem asked silkily.
She should ask for some, shouldn't she? But somehow...Prue didn't feel it was necessary. Just like she trusted him to keep her safe, she trusted him to tell her the truth, and since he said that he was from the royal family of Huzna—-
"Why are you wasting your time on me?" Prue blurted out. "You could've asked someone else to—-"
Khadem couldn't help bristling at the mere idea. "Never."
The possessiveness of his tone made her feel even fainter. "I don't understand why you're helping me."
Khadem's gaze became hooded. "Why do you think?"
"Is it because I'm a novelty?"
Khadem already knew the answer to that was no, but in the end, all he did was shrug and let Prue draw her own conclusions. The less he said on the matter, the better for both of them.
