The Sheik's Forced Bride (The Sheiks of the Arabian Coast Series Book 2) by Erin Snihur

Author:Erin Snihur [Snihur, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-30T18:30:00+00:00

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Malik groaned and rubbed a hand over his face as he stumbled down the hallway toward his chambers. Not just his. His and Samara’s. Grumbling under his breath, he had just turned the corner and nodded at the guards who stood silent at the doors, when he found that the doorknob wouldn’t budge. The door had been locked.

Glaring at the two guards who remained silent while Malik tried to open the door, he snapped his fingers, gaining their attention in an instant.

“Why is the door locked?” Malik snarled, looking between the two guards.

One guard opened his mouth while the other stared in shock at Malik, as if unsure how to answer. Imbeciles, Malik inwardly hissed.

Finally, one spoke up, “Her Majesty received a key from the maid. We did not know she was not allowed a key, your Highness.”

Shaking his head, Malik glared at them, seething as he mockingly said, “I do not even keep my key on my person, you fools, and they are in my chambers. Go find a key and open the damn door!”

Jumping to do as he asked, the two guards scramble down the hallway in search of an extra key.

“Unbelievable,” Malik murmured to himself as he leaned against one side of the door.

Knowing that sound could travel through the keyhole, Malik leaned in close and growled loudly, “Samara? Open the door, at once.”

No response came and Malik slammed a fist into the door, his temper rising at being barred entrance into his own chambers. Behind him, he could hear the sound of the guards returning, this time with a confused and tired looking Imad. The older man pulled a key ring from his pants pocket. The ring was full of keys and Malik watched impressed as the older man deftly pulled one specific brass key out of the mix.

“I do apologize, your Highness. I gave the orders for your new wife to have a key, just as you do. I had no idea she would think to lock the doors. Please forgive me,” Imad murmured as he quickly unlocked the doors.

Ignoring the man’s apologies, Malik nodded and glared at the guards. “Patrol the hallway. Thank you, Imad. I shall speak with you in the morning.”

Entering the now unlocked chamber and closing the door with a slam, Malik scanned the front sitting area of his chambers. Along the back wall were archeways that led to his private balcony and gardens. To the left of the ornate chambers were a private study and library area and to the right were the bedchambers. Marching to the bedchamber, Malik stared in shock at the empty four post bed. While Samara’s wedding dress laid haphazardly over the vanity chair in the corner, there was no other mention of her presence.

“Samara?” Malik called when she did not appear before him. Malik grew worried that his little wife had run away or, worse, been taken. Batra’s enemies were few and far between, but that did not make them any less dangerous. In his mind, he saw his brother being assassinated all over again.

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