Chapter Thirty-Two

There was always going to be a fight. Just not quite like this. Ketil had his hands full and the Emir of Aden was rushing towards them, his face filled with fury. He knew it was him courtesy of Daphne’s ear-piercing shriek which followed her enlightening use of his title.

“He’s a monster, too,” she sobbed.

Before he could react, Astrid stuck out her slender foot, tripping the illustrious potentate and urging them to run.

Sigurd’s jaw dropped. Understandably, he didn’t move.

It was Daphne who snatched the dagger from his belt. Kneeling quickly, she jerked aside the Emir’s headdress and attempted to slit his throat. He did not take kindly to the assault, roaring his disapproval and clutching at a gash in his neck which was releasing blood in a steady stream. It soon became a fountain as the enraged former Princess Royal stabbed him again.

His bodyguard was late to the scene. He let out a strangled cry, as Sigurd sprang into action, wrestling the shorter man to the ground and securing hi