The Sheik’s Captured Princess (The Samara Royal Family Series Book 4) Read Online Free Page A

number in his country, but they were radical in their thinking and willing to do crazy things to maintain their perceptions on how life should be.  But the presence of this woman, with all of her pictures of the various sites…he suspected they were the rebel group’s targets. 
    Once again, he picked up the camera.  It was expensive.  And there were even extra lenses and numerous SD cards.  There were probably thousands of pictures, too many to go through quickly.  And too many sites to protect.  He had no idea where the rebels would hit next and this many photographs made him furious.  Not even the combined efforts of the military and police force could protect this many sites! 
    Before his tech director called, his aide stepped in, hesitant because Jurar was obviously irritated. 
    “What is it?” Jurar demanded, trying to smooth his tone of voice, to reassure the man that his head wasn’t about to be chopped off.  His aide stepped into the office with a piece of paper, laying it on Jurar’s desk.  “Your schedule for tomorrow, Your Highness,” he said and bowed, handing Jurar the paper.  “And you asked me to remind you about the conference call tonight.”
    Jurar stopped, looked down at his watch and cursed.  “Cancel the conference call for tonight but I’ll still go to the meetings tomorrow.  They’re too important.”
    The man backed out of the room and Jurar gritted his teeth at the man’s obsequiousness.  He supposed he’d have to get used to it now. 
    He hadn’t planned to be the ruler of Drakar.  Hell, he hadn’t even been high up in the line of succession.  There had been his uncle and his uncle’s three sons to take on this role.  But the people had ejected his uncle and his heirs from the country, killing one of them.  The other two weren’t a threat, not wanting the role either, too intent on slowly killing themselves with drugs, alcohol and any woman they could sleep with. 
    Of course, Jurar hadn’t wanted the role either.  Circumstances had thrust him into the job and he had taken on the role only because there wasn’t anyone else.  Hell, he knew damn well that he wouldn’t have allowed anyone else to take the job either.  His country had been devastated enough by his uncle and the careless way he’d ruled.  His people needed a strong leader and he was going to do whatever it took to get Drakar back on track.  He could do no less.
    That didn’t mean he liked all the bowing and scraping though! 
    An image of the woman from this afternoon popped into his head.  Okay, so he wouldn’t mind if that little warrior woman did a bit of bowing and scraping.  He smiled as he thought about her in his bed, that glorious hair spread out behind her as he had his way with her.  Naked.  The possibilities were enticing. 
    Another knock on the door and he swung around, quickly shifting his mind and getting his body back under control.  “Enter!” he called out.  He’d have plenty of time once his guards found that woman.  She couldn’t have gotten far.  He had her bag and her identification. 
    Of course, the IDs were fake.  But they were a start.  He was determined to find her and bring the woman to him for questioning.  Among other things.
    “Are you any good at sifting through images?” he demanded when the man with thick, dark rimmed glasses came into his office. 
    The man was painfully nervous but he nodded quickly.  “I can set up a program to look at various images, you just need to tell me what you’re looking for.”
    Jurar walked over to his desk and lifted the SD cards that were filled with digital images.  “Download these images.  Work with my head of security.  We’re not sure what we’re looking for, but these are most likely filled with potential bombing targets.  I need to know if there are any that the photographer paid more attention to or that look especially vulnerable.  My head of security will give you other things to look