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‘Is that what we’re going to do?’
Raz didn’t reply. He wasn’t used to sharing his plans with anyone, least of all the daughter of the man who had ripped his life into shreds. ‘The oasis here is famed for its beauty. You can relax here, knowing you are safe.’
‘And my sister?’
‘When I have news from Salem I will tell you. And now I have things I must do.’
She didn’t ask what things. She simply stared at the red-gold of the dunes as they rose against the sunrise as if she were seeing the desert for the first time, while Raz found himself looking at her profile. She had to be exhausted and in pain after the long ride, but she hadn’t once complained.
He wondered what she was thinking.
Was she still relieved not to have married Hassan?
Was she nervous? Regretting her decision to marry a man she didn’t know?
On impulse he reached out to touch her shoulder, and then changed his mind and withdrew his hand. ‘The waters of the oasis are good for muscle ache.’
‘I’ll remember that, thank you.’
A young woman emerged from one of the tents and Raz felt a sudden rush of tension. In an ideal world he would have prepared for this encounter with more care, but the world was rarely ideal.
‘This is Nadia. If there is anything you need she will help you.’
Nadia looked from him to Layla, unable to hide her dismay. ‘So it’s true? You married her?’
Her voice shook and Raz shot her a warning look.
‘Yes. And you will make her welcome.’
For a moment he thought she was going to refuse.
Their eyes met and suddenly he wondered whether her feelings about this development were more complicated than he’d imagined.
Nadia’s breathing was shallow, but she gave a brief nod. ‘Of course. Come this way, Your Highness.’ The correct mode of address was spoken through clenched teeth, but Raz decided to overlook that for now.
His sudden marriage would have come as a massive shock to Nadia. It was fair that she be given time to adjust.
Raz saw Layla glance towards him and wondered if the other girl’s open hostility had upset her.
Or perhaps she was suddenly realising that this marriage was real.
Out of the frying pan into the fire?
‘Bathe, eat, rest,’ he told her quietly, ‘and I will see you later.’
* * *
Bathe, eat, rest.
All of it seemed to be leading to one thing. The night.
I will see you later.
Layla tried not to think about it. It was something to be done, that was all. She would endure it as she had endured the long gallop on the horse and a thousand other discomforts in her life. Really, how bad could it be?
‘His Highness gave instructions that you are to swim. He says it will ease the pain in your muscles.’ Nadia was barely civil as she led her towards the tents, but Layla was starting to get used to that attitude from everyone close to the Sheikh.
She felt as welcome as a scorpion in the heel of someone’s boot.
All the same, she wondered what the other girl’s relationship was with him. She’d seen the look they’d exchanged and it had been obvious to her that they knew each other well.
She wondered if the woman had been his lover, but told herself she had no reason to mind even if she had.
Baking hot under the desert sun, Layla removed her cloak. Nadia turned pale.
‘Where did you get that dress?’
Layla glanced down at herself and noticed that the silk was discoloured by sand and dust from the ride. ‘I was given it. Why?’
‘No reason.’ Nadia’s lips were bloodless. ‘I will leave towels on the rocks, Your Highness, and lay out clean clothes in the tent for you to change into when you have finished.’
‘I can’t swim,’ Layla admitted. ‘Is the oasis deep?’
Nadia led her along a narrow path. ‘Not if you enter the pool by the rocks on the far side.’
The rocks on the far side.
Layla committed that to memory because she didn’t want to get it wrong.
Nothing about her first glimpse of the camp had prepared her for the beauty of the oasis. Shaded by date palms, the still pool of water looked temptingly cool after the long, dusty ride.
This part of the pool was secluded, the view from the other tents obscured by palms and citrus trees. Just one tent stood close by and Nadia gestured with her head. ‘That is His Highness’s tent. I will leave clothes there and put food in the tent. If you need anything, just call, but the pool is safe in the daytime. I’ll go and fetch towels.’
