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haired vixen who constantly gave him hell.
    Chapter Eleven
    Malek slipped out of bed early and went to see Jahan. Amanda was sleeping peacefully, surprising, she’d not made a fuss when he’d carried her to their bedroom. She’d been too tired to eat and after a quick shower, she had crawled into bed and had immediately fallen into a deep sleep.
    Malek had grabbed a bite in the kitchen and then spent a couple of hours beefing up his security. His own guards were patrolling the outer grounds of their home.
    When Jahan answered the door immediately, Malek suspected he’d been up for hours. “Jahan, any word?”
    “None. They seem to believe their threat will be enough to make me change my plans. Thank God, she slept through it.” Jahan raked a frustrated hand through his long hair.
    “We cannot stop now, Jahan. Success is within our grasp.” Malek watched the younger man pace restlessly. He reminded Malek of a caged panther. Heaven help any man who harmed Chiandra. Jahan would become the wild beast, destroying those responsible without a qualm.
    “I have no intention of caving to these terrorists demands. We shall go on as planned, just with more security measures. Chia won’t even be aware of it until she is released from the hospital and settled in our home.”
    “She won’t be pleased with the restrictions you are going to place on her.”
    “She won’t have a choice. Her safety is of the utmost importance. She carries my heir,” Jahan stated with his old arrogance.
    “Jahan, I agree that she must be kept safe. I just ask that you not fall back into ordering her around. Remember the importance of keeping her calm.” Malek urged his future son-in-law. He was worried that Jahan was about to make a terrible mistake.
    “You worry too much, old friend . Chia won’t know for quite some time. By the time she has recovered it will not be a problem.
    Malek shook his head, but held his peace. He feared Jahan would be in for a very rocky time in his marriage if he couldn’t control the urge to treat Chia as his possession. Sometimes the lesson must be learned the hard way if it was to be learned at all. Lord knows he was still learning his.
    “I’d better go back to get Amanda. She’ll be furious if we are late for Chia’s wedding.
    Jahan walked Malek to the door, his thoughts were on Malek’s advice. He knew it was sound and he would follow it as long as Chia was kept safe. He’d nearly lost her once and would not take the chance now. She was far too important, she was the other half of his soul.
    He turned and hurried back to his room. He didn’t want to be late for his wedding either. He chose a dark suit with a pristine white s hirt. David entered as he finished his tie.
    “Everything is set.” He handed Jahan a small bouquet of flowers, his face turning a bright red at Jahan’s sardonic look. “A woman wants a bouquet at her wedding,” he said defensively.
    “And how would a confirmed bachelor know that?” Jahan’s lips twitched with mirth.
    “I hav e four married sisters, Jahan. I’ve been through the madness four times. She’ll want the flowers.” David brushed a tiny piece of lint from Jahan’s sleeve and nodded. “You’ll do.”
    “Come, David. We mustn’t be late.” Jahan spun and led the way down the stairs to his limo. Normally, he preferred to drive himself. Today, for protocol’s sake, on this most important day, he would ride in the limo. David climbed inside beside him, taking notes, setting appointments , and preparing for the negotiations.
    By the time they had arrived at the hospital, Jahan’s next week was already booked. He would only have a few minutes each day to come visit Chia in the hospital. Things were going to be hectic the next couple of months. He would be too busy to spend much time with his new bride. She would have much to do learning how to be his hostess, how to manage his home, and all the duties of a prince’s wife.
    Jahan’s mouth opened in surprise