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Random Thoughts and Useless Trivia
Excerpt from Latest Release
Well, two knocks were warning enough. Adalyn grabbed her bag—the smallest she’d brought—and marched into Khalil’s bedroom suite.
Coming from a bright room to a dark one, all she could see was the outline of heavy drapes over the bedroom windows. She couldn’t even begin to guess where light switches would be in the chamber, so she marched to one of the windows and pulled open the heavy brocade curtain. And then she could see. Empty. Khalil wasn’t sleeping in. Khalil wasn’t there.
But at least now she could see the door leading out.
He’d all but screamed last night that he didn’t want her there. She’d just expected that once they made a plan he would stick with it. Propelled by the sick feeling she’d been left, she hurried out of the room, just shy of a run.
For once her travel paranoia had done something good for her—despite her exhaustion, when the men had marched her to the suite, she’d still been able to memorize the route out of the palace in case of another sudden civil war—who knew how often those things happened in this place? Or fire. Fire was something she’d want to be able to escape without a map or a guide. One turn, another long hallway, more gilded opulence and crystal light fixtures…doors, doors, doors…another turn. She finally made it to a courtyard, having passed not a single person along the way, and stepped out just in time to see two large trucks pulling away.
Not knowing what else to do, she shouted, “Khalil!”
He sat in the driver’s side window of the second truck, and when she’d shouted the name she probably shouldn’t even be using at the palace he did nothing but make eye contact with her through the side-view mirror. He’d heard her but didn’t take his foot off the gas.
A surge of frustration rode a wave of irritation, and before she even knew it she’d broken into a dead run after the truck.
Leaving without her? Make her travel all the way to this place, make her lose sleep and get on dangerous vehicles on land and air and then abandon her where she could be of no help to him, for no danged reason? If they made travel guide recommendations for the perfect time to shout at or make rude gestures at a royal, this would be at the top.
The trucks moved slowly enough in the courtyard to give the illusion that she might catch up with them, but the closer the gate came, the more that hopeful thought evaporated.
Muttering expletives under her breath wasn’t enough either.
The trucks slowed, making a sharp turn for the gate—too far to reach, and what she going to do if she got there? Climb on a moving vehicle? Yeah, right.
She’d never been moved to violence by anyone before, but she dropped her bag and grabbed the nearest rock—small enough to throw but big enough to express her frustration, and channeling her anger she let the rock fly with as much force as a really tired nerdy chick could muster.
She didn’t aim for him. She didn’t really aim. She probably couldn’t aim if she tried, at least not beyond the general intention to hit the truck somewhere, but the rock sailed strong and true, impacting the side window of the rear seat of the truck, right behind where Kahlil sat. It immediately spider-webbed.
That stopped the truck.
That stopped both trucks.
Khalil got out, looked at the window and slammed his door. A couple tiny fragments of glass in the center of the impact rattled and fell out from the force of his gesture. He shook his head minutely at the men in the truck behind and stormed toward Adalyn, red crawling up his neck and over his face. “What the hell was that?”
Right then Adalyn remembered that she was pretty much afraid of everything. Including confrontation. Having big angry men yell at her was also on her Do Not Do list.
But if she backed down now, he’d probably just send her back inside and go on his merry way to wherever he was going.
“Emergency call button.” Adalyn’s short words came out with a grunt, the sound of exertion…mental if not physical. Before he reached her she jogged for the other side of the trucks to the passenger side door. As she wrenched it open and climbed the running board to step in, strong hands locked on her hips and set her back on the ground.
There, in the relative seclusion of the side door area, he gave her a spin and forced her to face him. He was close. Too close, all but plastering her to the side of the truck, his arms forming a cage around her that kept her in place so he could effectively loom over her. “I know how you Quinns are fond of bucking authority figures, but in this country—and while still at this palace—you can’t behave like that toward me.”
It hit her how he was dressed. No robes today. No suit either. He wore khakis and a light linen shirt with the collar unbuttoned, something that made him look almost like a normal person, not the autocrat he sounded like.
Their cozy little passenger door alcove blocked the early morning breeze and cocooned her in a heady scent of cedar, hints of citrus and something utterly masculine. Looking up into his golden brown eyes, she felt entirely too vulnerable suddenly, like he’d see the white flag waving in her pupils and know how close she was to backing down. She squinted at him, relying on the decreased area to make her intentions harder to read. And if it worked, she’d have to remember to use it the next time she got the harebrained idea to yell and throw rocks at a royal.