The Prince's Resistant Lover by Elizabeth Lennox Page A

Highness, but the pilot has informed me that we will be landing in approximately five minutes.”
    Tamar saw her pretty blue eyes change from defiance to anxiety and he smiled ruthlessly, contemplating his next step. “Yes, you should be very worried, my dear. You are now in my country, regulated by my laws. And my authority.”
    “You’re not the ruler here!” she gasped, terrified of what he could do to her. She pictured in her mind a horrible, damp cell where she’d be forgotten. That definitely wasn’t the rosy, family filled future she’d been hoping for.
    He chuckled and shook his head while he fastened his seat belt. “No. I’m not the ruler. But my cousin is. And I can guarantee that I will have complete authority over you, my love.”
    She gasped, horrified at the possibilities. “I’m not your ‘love’!” she exclaimed, grasping on the only thing she could control at the moment.
    He chuckled. “No. There was no love lost between us, was there? It was a mutual exploitation. You used me, and I used you to get information.”
    She couldn’t believe the harsh, stabbing pain that streaked through her chest from his words. She wished she could come back with something equally painful to say back to him, but she just sat there, trying to hide her misery.
    Tamar cursed as he took in her wounded eyes. She was a criminal, he reminded himself. She’d made a fool of him! She didn’t deserve his compassion! He would use her, get the information he needed from her and then turn her over to the authorities to face charges of treason! She deserved nothing less, since she’d chosen to follow the path of a criminal. He shouldn’t be hurt simply because he’d said something that hurt her.
    He turned away in disgust, not with her so much as with himself. Never had he allowed his personal feelings to get in the way of fulfilling his duties and protecting his country.
    The plane landed smoothly and he stood up, buttoning his jacket before turning to extend a hand to her. It was an automatic gesture but he just about ground his teeth in fury when she rejected his hand. Standing up, she glared up at him, looking for all the world like a conquering heroine that had been wronged. Damn, she was a good actress!
    “This way,” he told her and led the way off of the plane. They didn’t have time to talk since he’d ordered his helicopter to be standing by. As soon as his jet had landed, the rotors of the helicopter started moving. So by the time he was off the plane, the bird was ready to take flight. He ducked lower, about to enter through the side door, but he glanced back to make sure Wyndi was following. He was stopped by the look of sheer terror in her eyes. She wasn’t moving, wasn’t even looking at him. Her eyes were glued to the swinging rotors, almost transfixed by their motion.
    “Get in the helicopter,” he told her when he was once again standing next to her.
    Wyndi looked up at him, trying to swallow past the lump in her throat but nothing was happening. She couldn’t get on that helicopter. There was simply no way. Her feet refused to carry her forward and there wasn’t anything he could do to get her there.
    When Tamar realized that she wasn’t going to get on board, he cursed under his breath. With one swift movement, he lifted her into his arms and strode forward. Unfortunately, he hadn’t anticipated that her fears were real and she wasn’t just playing games. He almost dropped her when her body went rigid, then began fighting him for everything she was worth. It took all his concentration to get her on board. By that time, she was sobbing in his arms and he didn’t have the heart to toss her into the next seat. He nodded to the pilot to take off, all the while holding Wyndi gently in his arms, rocking her back and forth and rubbing her back while he whispered soothing noises to her, trying to calm her down.
    Thankfully, the flight was only twenty minutes, but it would have taken them more