The Sheik’s Captured Princess (The Samara Royal Family Series Book 4) by Elizabeth Lennox Page B

opinion.  “He’s new to power and there are too many rebels fighting around the area that are unpredictable.  Ciala’s security team would have a hard time predicting any problems.  It is getting better in Drakar now that Jurar has taken over, but things still aren’t very secure.”
    Rais scowled at Turk.  “Whose side are you on?”
    Turk lifted his hands in the air, not denying that his sister needed protection.  “Oh, no question about it, Ciala can’t go.  But Jurar has been dealing with the rebels swiftly.  The country is getting under his control more quickly than anyone had thought possible.”
    “He wants her to come tomorrow,” Ramzi stated, breaking through his brothers’ comments about the man’s military precision in dealing with the rebels. 
    “No way,” Turk said. 
    “I saw the way those two looked at each other the other day when we were getting lunch,” Rais commented, scowling at the memory.  “She can’t go.”
    Ramzi sighed and walked over to the sitting area of his office, pouring each of them some scotch.  “If you’d said that he was looking at her in a strange way, then I’d have to agree with both of you.  But since you’d said they were both looking at each other in that way then…”
    “She can’t go,” Turk repeated, taking the glass his brother offered and sitting down in one of the leather chairs.  “I’m not letting my sister go into some stranger’s place, even if he is a ruler.  Not happening.”
    Ramzi sat down as well, putting his feet on top of the polished coffee table.  He always kept an ear out for sounds that his wife might be coming towards his office because if she found him like this, feet on the coffee table and a drink in his hand, she’d give him hell. 
    Turk and Rais stretched their legs out as well, loosening their ties but still glaring at their older brother. 
    “She’s twenty-five years old, guys.”
    Turk shrugged as he took an appreciative sip of his scotch.  “What’s your point?”
    “She’s got to get married someday.”
    Turk and Rais both stared back at him.  Ramzi laughed.  “What?  Did you think she was going to stay here in the palace for the rest of her life?”
    Turk and Rais shrugged again, silently saying that yes, that’s exactly what they’d thought. 
    “You’re both idiots,” he said and slammed back the scotch, wanting to drink it before his wife discovered his betrayal.  She didn’t mind him drinking scotch.  She minded when she couldn’t drink it with him.  Her pregnancy meant she was scotch-free for a long time, something she really resented. 
    Ramzi would have thought the same way as his brothers a couple of years ago.  Now, he wasn’t so sure.  “If Ciala was looking at him with any sort of interest, then we should let her go to see the man.”
    Both Rais and Turk were uncomfortable with that idea.  “Why should we?  She’s fine as she is.”
    Ramzi thought about the woman who had just stormed out of his office.  “Is she?”
    Turk and Rais looked at each other, then back at their oldest brother.  “She’s fine,” they both said at the same time.
    Ramzi grimaced.  “I don’t think she is.  She was asking me if she could go out into the field to do some sort of research.  She’s never asked for anything like that before.”
    “She doesn’t need to go out,” Turk argued. 
    Ramzi agreed.  “But she does need to find a man to love.  Have a family.  All women do.”
    “She’s too young.”
    “She’s twenty-five.  How old are Raven and Joline?” he pointed out. 
    Turk and Rais glowered at Ramzi who held up his hands.  “I’m just saying that women want to fall in love.  And I suspect that Jurar is a pretty good man.  She could do a lot worse.”
    “I don’t like him,” Turk said. 
    Rais and Ramzi both looked at their brother.  “You just said how much you respected the guy.”
    Turk shifted slightly.  “That was before I knew that he was after