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were none other than the man she’d hoped never to see again. 
    Jurar looked down at the woman who had escaped, who had beaten his soldiers and somehow snuck out of his country despite all of his efforts to recapture her.  Those dark, penetrating eyes moved over her features as his mind absorbed the details.  Slowly, his hand came up and pulled the scarf down, revealing the bruising on her neck.  With a muttered curse, he grabbed her hand and lifted it.  Not the right one which she’d offered in greeting earlier, but the left one, realizing that it was bandaged over the palm.  “It’s you,” he grumbled.
    Ciala knew that she should say something, but she had no idea what to say, how to explain or apologize.  She didn’t think an apology was in order, but this man was livid and he terrified her.  Flashes of their time together yesterday whipped through her mind and she was startled with the way her body instantly reacted just to the memory of those strong hands touching her body so intimately.  Her fear intensified with those memories but there was no getting away from this man.  His hands were holding her securely and even the smallest resistance caused his grip to tighten. 
    “We’re going to talk, princess.  And you’re going to explain exactly how much information you gave to the rebels yesterday.”
    Ciala gasped.  Rebels?  What rebels?  What was he talking about?  “Wait…” she’d thought he was going to berate her for….She remembered him saying something about the rebels yesterday in the jail cell but she’d been too terrified to really process everything.  She’d been so careful in the past, never even coming close to being captured.  “What are you saying?”
    Jurar looked behind her and noticed another door.  He didn’t want to have this conversation in the hallway.  Especially not in a hallway where she was familiar with all of the escape routes.  Better to get her into an enclosed area where he had a bit more control.  This particular princess had proven that she was very adept at escaping. 
    “This way,” he snapped and took her wrist in his iron fist, pulling her behind him into the privacy of the next room.  When he had her behind closed doors, he spun around, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring down at the beautiful woman who, even though he knew her to be a spy, was still making his body harden with an aching need to possess her.  And he resented that!  He resented that this woman, who was undermining his government even while her brothers were trying to forge a relationship, could turn him on. 
    Well, he wasn’t falling for her Mata Hari role!
    “What information did you give to the rebels?” And then another thought hit him.  “Are your brothers directing the infiltration?” he demanded. 
    “What?” she gasped.  “I don’t understand!  What are you talking about?”
    Jurar’s teeth clenched with fury.  She definitely had the innocent look perfected, he thought.  Those long, dark lashes kept fluttering over her soft, brown eyes.  And her lips!  Damn, those full, red lips made him want to kiss her instead of…
    He would not be distracted!  She was good but he wasn’t falling for her tricks! 
    “The rebels!  Yesterday you were caught before you could give them information.  I want to know what you were trying to tell them.  What’s in those pictures on your camera?  Do you have a list of bombing sites already picked out or were you scouting for possible locations that would cause the most damage?”
    Ciala listened to his words, her mind frantically trying to grasp his meaning.  “Are you insane?”
    He moved even closer to her, smelling the sweet perfume that she wore and wishing he didn’t like it so much.  Damn but she was beautiful.  “You use your feminine wiles to get into places, don’t you?”  His hand came up and pulled her closer, pressing her softness against his hard body.  “Okay, so ‘wile’ me, my