The Last Prince of Dahaar Read Free Page B

not well. I could not...take the chance and risk making him worse.”
    “Being here with me, persuading me why you are not worth it does not harm him?”
    A shrug of those slender shoulders. “If you refuse me, he would be disappointed, yes. But not surprised.”
    He frowned at her conclusion. “So you want me to do your dirty work for you?”
    She took a deep breath and his curiosity mounted. “I’m not shy, willing, happy to be a man’s shadow—the kind of woman whose only mission in life would be to spew out your heirs every other year. I have never been and it’s not a role one grows into.”
    Ayaan smiled, despite the irritation flickering through him.
    The woman had gall. And even without her mission statement just now, it was clear she wasn’t a woman who could tolerate the traditional marriage their countries dictated.
    Then why was King Salim pushing for this marriage? He had to know that Ayaan and his father would stand beside him without this marriage clause, and yet he had shown more enthusiasm for it.
    “If you had attended the dinner and did your duty, I could have told you what I want in my wife.”
    She shook her head, her breath quickening. “What is there to learn? The wives—they are nothing but bloodlines and broodmares. Even a harem girl probably has it better than the dutiful wife of the king. At least, she gets good sex out of the...”
    He burst out laughing. His chest heaved with it, the sound barreling out of him. Even his throat felt raw in a strange way.
    He couldn’t help taking a step toward her.
    Pink stole into her cheeks, and she looked away from him, something unintelligible falling from her mouth.
    Her long lashes cast shadows onto sharply fragile cheekbones, her mouth—unpainted and pink. The slow burn under his skin gathered momentum. He had never liked the scent of roses growing up, it had pervaded the palace, his own chamber and sometimes, even his clothes. Yet the scent of her skin danced beneath it, teasing, tempting, coated with her awareness of him.
    “So you would prefer to be part of my harem instead of my wife?”
    Her gaze widened, her mouth opening and closing. “This is my life we’re talking about.”
    He came to a stop near her and leaned against the bed, enjoying the proximity of her presence. It didn’t fill him with the suffocating tension that everyone else’s did since his return. “You haven’t said a single word that would make me take you seriously, Princess.” She opened her mouth but he didn’t give her the chance. “All I see is a woman throwing a tantrum like a petulant teenager instead of doing her duty. What if someone had seen you come into my suite? You risk exposing yourself to ridicule and scandal, adding to your father’s burden.”
    She didn’t like that. He could see it in her eyes. “Of course, you wouldn’t want someone petulant like me to be the future queen of Dahaar, would you?”
    “So, this is all to prove a point?”
    “I don’t have any duty toward Siyaad. And nothing will make me feel anything more for Dahaar either.” She took a deep breath, as though bracing herself. “Marrying me will only bring shame to you and the royal house of Dahaar.”
    He covered the distance between them, knowing that she was baiting him yet unable to resist. “Why does that sound more like a threat and less like a warning?” he whispered.
    “I’m simply telling you the truth. Whatever expectations you have of your bride, I will fail them.”
    Ayaan frowned, regretting not learning more about her before he had given his word. “If this is about your expectations of this marriage, state them.”
    Zohra tamped down the scream building inside her chest looking for an outlet. He wasn’t supposed to ask her what she wanted out of this marriage. He was supposed to sputter in outrage, call her disobedient, scandalous...
    Any other man in his place would have called her behavior an insult. He would have gone straight to her father and