Chapter 15
Zayed felt his chest grow tight.
“Now I understand how you see things other people miss.” He leaned closer. “You are always on your guard, aren’t you? Always waiting for someone to grab you, to take you back to hell.”
She let out a snort that was most likely a burst of laughter. “Yes. Always.”
“Well, you’re safe now, Tara. No one is going to get you.”
She shook her head. “You don’t understand. I’m married to him! At least, in his mind I am. He will claim me.”
He tightened his fingers around her cold hands. “Tara, you are not married to him. Whatever ridiculous ceremony you went through when you were twelve years old, it wasn’t a wedding. It was a grooming ceremony, at best. You are not married to whatever his name is.”
“Elijah Collins.”
“I don’t care what his name is. You’re not married to him.”
She shook her head. “He’ll get me, Your Highness. He thinks I’m his property.”
Zayed stood up and walked over to his desk, his hands fisted on his hips. He thought about the situation for a moment, then came to a decision.
Turning, he crossed his arms over his chest, knowing that Tara wasn’t going to like his next suggestion.
“You’ll marry me.”