The Sheikh's Mistaken Twin - Completed.

Chapter Three

Index: Mjollner - Thor's hammer   Dwarves- dark elves   Valkyr - beautiful women who carried warriors to Valhalla  Loki- God of mischief  Thor- God of storms

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Undoing the belt Kaden stood as the attendant returned, removing the items he'd asked for. He placed the blanket over her that barely covered the dress, which fell around her and down to the floor, lifting her head gently, and placing it on the pillow, while she murmured things about Thor.

Of course, she did, sitting at her side, watching over her, ignoring the bed onboard. His men resting in a different area of the plane. They had a long flight in front of them, so went to retrieve his Mac. He might as well work, lifting the table beside the sofa, clicking into place, and positioning his computer on top. 

Far too awake to sleep.

Her hand suddenly shot out, spread out wide, calling out Mjollnir. Whatever that was, he had a feeling it wasn't good for him, especially after wanting him to face plant camel dung, shaking his head.

In their culture, they were very good at insults.

She had a few of her own.

Only four weeks, then send her home, as she wanted, and their paths would never cross again. He should've felt relieved, yet didn't. It was an emptiness; he felt. He needed to go home. Glancing back down, her hand resting on the pillow with a contented look. She got her Mjollnir, whatever it was, sounding Norwegian.

Of course, it did, reaching across, pulling the blanket over her shoulder, soft breathing from parted lips. Pliant plump inviting lips, his fingers itching to touch, ones that had been teasing him all night, especially when she licked them. Not sure if that had been done on purpose.

Going back to his laptop, Kaden typed in the word, as close as he could, given a choice of spelling, going with Thor's hammer. She was calling for Thor's hammer, probably to take him down. No wonder, he had drugged her.

His last resort.

He'd gone through every scenario.

There's no other choice. One he hated. Never again. Seeing how so alive she was. Animated, and shy. Seeing her like this, ripped him in half when he wasn't meant to feel anything. Angry at himself, Kaden went back to palace business, finding it hard to concentrate.

Dammit all, slammed shut the laptop lid, eased back into the seat, and watched over her instead. He would hate for her to have any side effects when they had promised him there would be no lasting aftereffects. Maybe a headache, or nausea when she woke up.

For now, he would keep her safe.

Hours later, out of Australia's airspace, the skies began to lighten. Here in the Northern hemisphere, it only seemed like he had just held her in his arms, glad he'd gone with the live band. There was nothing like it, and more authentic.

Looking up when an attendant asked if he wanted breakfast.

His stomach contorted, yet hadn't eaten in hours, so inclined his head.

A continental breakfast was served, while his guest kept on sleeping,  a deeper sleep, not so restless. The drug was wearing off, to his relief. No matter what he was told, there was always a risk.

Once she woke, many hours later, the attendant showed her to the bedroom where her clothes were, so she could change. Also made sure she had something to eat. She wouldn't even look at him, hands clenched at her side, back rigid, as he settled further up at the front of the plane, at proper seating and desk, joined by a guard.

Not sure how she was going to react, now wide awake and very peeved. At him, going by her dark glares before she disappeared, the door closing. The attendant walked away.