The Sheikh's Lost Bride - completed

Chapter Fourteen

Screaming Liza jumped back. Swearing Tahir slammed into the door, sending the one behind off balance. Again he slammed the door back again, foiling another attempt. Metal hit the marble floor with a clangour. There was sound of fighting.

Heart in  her throat, Liza watched on horrified as it began to sink in. Someone had been waiting for him ... or her? Something glittered on the floor from the outside lighting behind her. She made a dash for it, went down, skidding across the floor, swipe it up in her hand, holding above her head, fingers curled around the handle, leaping nimbly to her feet. "Tahir!" She called out; he spun around and caught the sword by its handle as she tossed it towards him. Then she ran back switching on the lights, flooding them with light.

The two men were facing off. One completely in black only seeing hard, dark, ice cold eyes, of a killer like some sort of ninja. Tahir held the sword in one hand. Summing up the situation, the man in black made a dash for the door.

"Oh, no, you don't!" Taking to her feet, she charged at him, leaping into the air, twisted around and kicked him hard in the chest, as Tahir called out her name too late. The man in black staggered backwards, eyes widened in shock. Liza landed on her feet, crouched, hand on the floor. Tahir hit hard with a fist, sending him down to the ground, pointing the sword at his throat, growling at him in Arabic. Liza rose to stand, on edge, watchful.

There were echoes of thundering feet and soon they were surrounded by guards. Trembling Liza stepped back, holding her arms, as it began to sink in. Someone is out to kill the King. First the exploding helicopter, now a ninja warrior with a sword. After all it was his rooms. Yet she was also staying here as well. She had no idea what dark secrets she had in her past.

Tahir snapped orders to have the man taken away that it all seemed surreal, until strong arms wrapped around her and hauled had against his warm, hard, strong form that seeped into her. Desperately she clung to his shoulders from behind, holding on for dear life.

"Where the hell did you learn that move," he growled angrily in her ear. He was angry with her, stiffening in his arms. "What the hell were you thinking?!"

"It's called self defence," she hissed in pain.

He lifted his head, eyes widened. "You are angry at me?" He asked, astonished.

"Yes, because you're angry at me," she snapped, then took a deep breath, bringing control back into her body.

"Of course I am, putting yourself in danger was foolish." She arched a brow. "I had no idea, you had changed into the Black Widow." Her mouth dropped open. "Red hair, martial arts, black widow." Her lips pressed together. "Okay, not a Russian assassin, however...."

"He was."

He nodded. "From long ago." She looked at him confused. "Centuries ago, there used to be a league of assassins that took out persons of interest against the head of a country. Very highly trained men, sent out to kill people." She gulped, her hand on his arm. He winced. She pulled her hand away at the feel of wetness and found blood on her hand.

"Tahir, you're hurt," she cried out in shock.

"Just a scratch. I have had worse." She paled further, feeling sick at the thought of him being hurt in any way. She mightn't remember him or being in love with him, but she had a dreadful feeling she was falling in love with him all over again.

Tenderly he caressed the side of her face with his hand. "Do not fret Liza, I am fine, apart from having a heart attack when you charged at him. Do not ever do that again! He is a trained killer."

"And you are, what?" She dared.

"Trained to protect myself and those around me."

"As I am," she whispered.