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

energy into her research!  “They’re just pictures of religious sites!” she explained with growing exasperation. 
    He paused, looking down at her lovely features.  “We’ll see.”  A moment later, he turned around and headed for the door. 
    He was leaving?  Just like that?  “When will I get my stuff back?” she demanded, furious that he wasn’t giving her more of an answer. 
    “You’ll hear from me,” he said and the door slammed on her disgusted growl. 
    Ciala wished she could open the door and throw something at his back but she was a lady, she reminded herself.  She would not lower herself to that level.
    Storming out of the room, she walked down the hallway, back to the family living quarters.
    Shantra was just stepping out of the dining room at that moment.  “You look like someone just stole your best friend.”
    Ciala blinked.  She hadn’t even seen her sister coming towards her and she almost jumped at her Shantra’s words.  “Excuse me?” Ciala twitched her hands against her earlobe, tugging it gently as she worried about what Shantra might know. 
    Shantra reached out to touch Ciala’s hand.  “Hey, are you okay?”
    Ciala took a deep breath, trying to calm down.  “Yes.  I’m sorry.  I’m fine.”  Opening her eyes once again, she looked at her sister.  “What are you up to today?” she asked.
    Shantra smiled.  “I was just helping Mia feed Badri,” she explained. 
    More of Ciala’s tension left her shoulders.  “How’s he doing this morning?”
    “Oh, he’s his usual rambunctious self.  But Mia is doing better.  No more leg cramps so that’s good.”
    Mia was their sister-in-law who was married to their oldest brother, Ramzi and she was almost eight months pregnant with their third child.  Their oldest son, Badri, was five years old and running around with more energy than anyone thought could possibly be stored inside of such a tiny human being.  Mia had given birth to a little girl two years later who was already trying to catch up with her older brother.  Thankfully, Badri adored his little sister even though she didn’t have legs strong enough to keep up with him.  Yet.  When those two got older, the whole palace would be in trouble. 
    “How is Raven doing?  Still waddling around?”
    Raven was Turk’s wife and she was six month’s pregnant although neither Raven nor Turk had the courage to find out the gender of their baby.  Turk didn’t want a girl, afraid of what would happen when she got older.  It was always amusing to see an enormous, strong man like one of their brothers in fear over a tiny female.  But they also had Badri’s rambunctious nature to be wary of.  That little guy was a handful.  Adorable, sweet and charming.  When he was awake and moving, he was almost a blur as he raced around, eager to learn more about everything in his environment.  But when he crashed, he simply crashed.  Mia and Ramzi had found him sleeping in the middle of the hallway once – which wouldn’t be so odd except that they’d been chasing after him.  He’d rounded the corner, out of their line of sight for perhaps thirty seconds.  When they’d caught up with him, they’d found that the little guy had simply laid down on the marble floor and fallen into a deep sleep. 
    “Oh, she’s sleeping.”
    Ciala smiled.  “I can’t even imagine what it must be like to grow a child inside of my body,” she commented.  She and Shantra walked towards the other end of the family quarters, not really having a goal for the moment.  “It must be amazing,” Shantra thought out loud. 
    Ciala was quiet for a moment, her mind conjuring up being pregnant.  And then her mind pictured how she got pregnant and gasped. 
    “What’s wrong?” Shantra asked, stopping to look at her older sister. 
    Ciala’s face felt warm and her cheeks flew to her face, trying to hide evidence of that heat.  “Oh, nothing,” she replied.  But it wasn’t