the stage, she realised, before the star of the show made his appearance. The cheers were deafening as the Emir of Qalala dipped his head to exit the jet. As he stepped out into the light his name was chanted repeatedly. With the sound vibrating through her body, Lucy had to remind herself that this man was the father of her child.
After descending the steps and greeting the official welcoming party, Tadj strode away towards the first in a fleet of sleek black SUVs. Lucy wondered if everyone who followed her onto the runway was heading to Wolf Fort.
Tadj’s off-roader sped off before Lucy had chance to work out which SUV she was supposed to be travelling in. She had never felt more isolated than she did now, amongst this crowd of strangers, all of whom seemed to know exactly where they were heading. The sense of unreality only intensified as a gust of wind blew desert sand into her eyes. Everyone else was wearing protective headgear, she noticed. For once, it was a relief when a black-clad security guard, in a sharp suit, with a suspicious bulge beneath his jacket, ushered her towards one of the SUVs.
If only Tadj could have given her a few words of reassurance and explained what was happening.
Was this how he had felt three months ago?
Chastened, she climbed into the vehicle. No longer the lover, Tadj was the Emir of Qalala, and she would be a fool to forget it. She might be the mother of his child, but her future in this foreign land was unknowable and uncertain.
They’d driven for miles in the dark, sometimes on the highway, and sometimes on bumpy tracks, when suddenly lights appeared in the distance, and the ghostlike walls of an imposing edifice loomed out of the shadows. The fort was brilliantly lit and didn’t appear sinister at all. Flags were flying in celebration of the Emir’s return, and fireworks lit up the sky. Lucy’s anxiety was quickly replaced by avid curiosity, and as the vehicle slowed to a halt she could see the official party greeting Tadj on the steps of the fortress. Everyone was dressed in the flowing robes of Qalala, and a guard of honour lined the route across a vast courtyard to an imposing stone entrance beyond. It was a disappointment to see Tadj disappear inside the ancient walls, but an elderly man who had stepped forward to greet her introduced himself as Abdullah as he bowed over her hand, and greeted her with warmth, saying politely, ‘Welcome to Qalala. I hope you have had a good journey? As soon as I have seen you comfortably settled in your suite of rooms, I will take your order for food and drink, and hand over the agenda for your stay.’
‘My agenda?’ Lucy queried.
‘His Majesty is leaving for the sapphire mines in the morning, and expects you to join him.’
Why couldn’t Tadj tell her that? ‘The sapphire mines?’ she prompted, to the echoing clatter of their feet on the stone-paved courtyard. ‘Are the mines far away?’
‘No more than a day’s ride,’ Abdullah informed her with a gentle and reassuring smile. Bowing politely once more, he invited Lucy to go ahead of him into Wolf Fort.
Of course Tadj was busy, Lucy reasoned. He’d only just arrived home. She must be patient. But why did he want her to see the mines? Her surroundings distracted her. The historic fort was stunning and atmospheric, and called for more than one sketch to record this perfect blend of old and new. Behind its towering exterior, she found every modern luxury, even an elevator to transport her to her accommodation, which, it amused Lucy to find, was in a turret. If this was to be her home for the next unspecified number of days, Lucy thought as she turned full circle, it was going to be a magical stay, and she had the additional reassurance of knowing that her stepfather would never find her here.
‘Do you like it?’ Abdullah asked as she took in the fantasia of silk hangings, jewel-coloured rugs, and gilded mirrors.
‘I love it,’ Lucy enthused. ‘Please thank the Emir for his kindness in allowing me to stay here, as well as all the staff who’ve prepared so thoughtfully for my arrival.’ She was looking at the colourful exotic floral displays, the platters of delicious fruits, and jugs of squeezed juices. The turret suite was an unusual space with curving rough stone walls. These were softened by colourful and tasteful decorations, and beyond the windows she could see the crenellated battlements dressed for the Emir’s return with a forest of flags.
‘Your agenda, Miss Gillingham...’
Lucy turned in time to see Abdullah placing a document on top of a gilded console table. ‘And your menu for tonight,’ he added, placing a second sheet of paper on top of the first. ‘Though, of course, the kitchen will accommodate anything you care for, and at any time you’d like to eat it.’ His face broke into a smile, as if it delighted him to share the pleasures of the fort with Lucy.
‘A chicken wrap?’ she asked, mouth already watering at the thought as she returned his smile. Pregnancy cravings could pop up at the most unlikely times.
‘With extra fries?’ Abdullah anticipated with a grin.
‘Wonderful,’ Lucy enthused, relaxing for the first time since arriving in Qalala. ‘Before you go,’ she added as he turned to go, ‘does His Majesty have a direct line?’ She was done with hanging around, leaving the rest of her stay in the hands of fate and the Emir of Qalala.
‘Didn’t His Majesty write it down for you?’
If she told the truth, that Tadj hadn’t offered to give Lucy his private number, she could be stranded in the turret until morning. ‘I’m sure he meant to,’ she said, ‘but in the rush of coming here...’
‘Of course...’ Pulling out a pen from the pocket of his robe with a flourish, her gallant escort wrote Tadj’s number on the top of her agenda.
The door had barely closed behind him when Lucy pounced on the piece of paper. Reading the item immediately below the telephone number, she saw that she should be ready to leave by helicopter for the sapphire mines at dawn. She wanted to speak to Tadj before then. The tension of not knowing how he really felt about the baby was tearing her up inside. But his phone rang out. She tried three times and could only conclude that he’d decided not to take her calls. He was busy, she reminded herself firmly.
Pregnancy hormones had a lot to answer for, Lucy concluded when she paced up and down until she couldn’t resist calling him one last time. After another fail, she flung the phone onto the bed and decided to call for supper. After a bath she’d get some sleep. They had an early start in the morning and plenty of time to talk during the journey to the mine, she reassured herself, until it occurred to her that she might not be travelling there with Tadj.
FLYING IN A helicopter was more fun than she’d expected, though it took a moment before Lucy got used to seeing the ground dropping away beneath her feet through the clear bubble. She wasn’t frightened with Tadj in control. He was a font of calm—when he wasn’t driving her crazy in any number of imaginative ways. As the black aircraft, with its wolf, fangs bared, Tadj’s insignia, emblazoned on the side in gold, soared away from the ground at an acute angle, she wondered if she’d ever seen anyone so focused, so sexy and confident, or so utterly and completely in control.
It was just a pity she couldn’t read his mind. In the three months they’d been apart, they’d both changed. The man she’d thought such fun, and so dangerously easy to know, had turned out to be the hard-bitten ruler of a powerful country, while she was the woman expecting his child, a fact that had made her more stubbornly determined than ever to do the right thing for her baby, whatever that cost her in personal terms. She did
