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

with self-derision.  Of course the window would be locked! She was probably in a police station so it would be ridiculous if the window was unlocked. 
    Taking one of the chairs beside the wall, she hefted it into her arms and threw it against the window with all of her strength.  The crash was significantly louder than what she’d anticipated, but she didn’t hesitate to jump through the window, ignoring the pain that slashed through her hand when her palm grazed the broken glass.  Dismissing the pain, she spared only a moment to glance behind her.
    Sure enough, several men in the black uniforms were poking their heads out of the window.  When they realized what was happening, they came out and raced towards her.  Ciala saw the tall man, the dangerous looking one, step out as well but he didn’t race after her.  No, he just stood there and captured her eyes.  That look, the intensity in the dark depths, caused her to hesitate.  She wasn’t aware of her mouth falling open or the way her body started tingling again.  All she knew was that he was there.  He was watching her.  And she felt her limbs go weak while her heart raced frantically. 
    But then a shout to her right distracted her and she realized that there were men coming at her from that direction as well.  Looking around, she knew that her only escape was over the wall.  She prayed that there wasn’t sharp glass at the top or razor wire, which would be worse. 
    Going at it from a running start, she used all of her focus to perform the task of sprinting, leaping as high as possible and grasping the top before throwing her legs over the wall.  She shimmied over the top moments before the first man caught up to her.  By then it was only a matter of moments to jump down over the other side. 
    Still breathing hard, she dusted off her clothes, cringing when she realized that her hand had just smeared blood on her jacket. 
    No worries, she told herself as she pulled her jacket off and tied it around her waist. 
    She was still in the city, she realized.  The city was good!  The city meant camouflage!  She could blend in, become part of the crowd.  As she listened, she heard the yells behind her, engines roaring to life and…oh yes!  A marketplace!  From the sounds of it, she was only a few blocks from the market.  Hot-footing it down the street, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the busy market bustling with people.  But there were also dangers, she thought with caution.  Her eyes quickly scanned the market and saw the police officers on their radios.  Obviously, a description of her had already been radioed out to the authorities.
    Not a problem, she thought with relish, eager to outsmart the men who were quickly closing in.  Oh, she would love to see that odious man’s face when his officers informed them that she’d escaped.  She wiped the smile from her face though, remembering that being overly confident was a weakness.  She had to concentrate, to get out of the market and to safety as soon as she could. 
    She noticed that the police officers were looking at their cell phones. Obviously, a picture of her had been sent out to the local law enforcement officers.  Not good, she thought.  But she wasn’t defeated!  Oh no, she had tricks up her sleeve! 
    They thought they knew who she was?  Fine!  She’d change what she looked like!  Patting down her pockets, she found the hidden cache of money she always kept on herself.  At the first market vendor, she bought a scarf and immediately threw it over her head and shoulders.  Walking down another few stalls, she found a pair of sunglasses, smiled at the vendor and gave him the money before slipping the glasses high onto her face, hiding her eyes.  She got a tote bag from yet another vendor, a different flowered scarf, just in case she needed to change her look again, a hat and a different pair of shoes.  With those changes made, she was able to walk right in front of