The Sheik’s Captured Princess (The Samara Royal Family Series Book 4) Read Free Page A

their goal.  “What are you doing here?  Are you working with the rebels?”
    She shook her head.  “I don’t know anything about the rebels other than that they’re annoying gnats that will soon be crushed by the sheik.  Just give up and accept his rule,” she coaxed. 
    The guard behind Jurar interrupted. “She’s some sort of reporter, sir,” the man explained.
    Ciala’s eyes never left the giant man’s gaze, daring him, but praying that he wouldn’t accept her dare. 
    She was startled when he stepped back from her.  “Take care of her,” Jurar said to the guard.  He then walked away, disappearing through the doorway of the jail cell. 
    Ciala looked at the newest man standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.  He looked down at her arrogantly and she pulled her jacket back over her breasts.  Pulling her shoulders inward slightly, Ciala let him think he was stronger, increasing his perception that she was weak and scared, even as she moved surreptitiously into position. 
    She turned her back to him, hoping he would think she was cowering.  Taking a deep breath, counting slowly, carefully to five.  She wanted to put him off his guard, to make him think she was giving in and was scared.  Yes, she was scared.  Terrified actually.  But she definitely wasn’t giving in! 
    With a swift kick, she swung out, knocking the man out of the doorway.  This time, she didn’t hesitate.  She rushed out of the jail, through the doors.  Knowing that she wasn’t free of the stronger man, she quickly slammed the door closed before he could get up off of the cement floor, locking the guard inside.  Turning, she quickly assessed her options.  There were two hallways.  She had a fifty-fifty chance at freedom.  But she needed her bag!  She’d spent too much time and energy getting all of those interviews.  She couldn’t leave them! 
    She took a moment, trying to decide what to do.  And then she realized what was happening!  Was she crazy?  She was standing in a jail house trying to get her bag back? 
    Okay, so her freedom was definitely more important.  Taking the more sensible approach, she looked down both hallways, deciding on the left one and getting out of dodge.  Once she was safe again, she could figure out how to get her bag back.  But right now, she couldn’t be caught standing here wondering what to do.  She had to move!
    Sprinting down the hallway, she saw the window with light shimmering through the dirty glass and went straight for it.  Even escaping without her work would be better than being trapped here with extremely large men that didn’t seem very ethical, especially when….  The man had touched her!  Good grief, no man had ever touched her like that before!  Her breast and neck still tingled from that touch and a part of her wanted to reach up and try to eliminate the aftereffects of his touch.  But getting away was more important.  She would have time to figure out what he’d done to her later. 
    There was a window at the end of one hallway so she chose that route over the other that didn’t seem to have an obvious escape.  The window was her guiding point and she raced towards it, determined to get away as fast as possible before that enormous man did something else to unbalance her equilibrium.  She saw the light coming from the window, raced towards it and didn’t look to the right or left.  Everything inside of her told her to just run, get out of this building and find her way home. 
    As it was, her brothers were going to be furious at her absence and that was just not a situation she was willing to endure.  Besides, her brothers were nothing compared to the man who had…that had…well, she wasn’t going to think about HIM!
    For once today, luck was on her side.  She found the window and looked out, relieved that the window was on the first floor.  She tried to open the window only to realize that it was locked.  Duh, she thought