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Each word was worse. Each word bit and stung. “But you’re the same, aren’t you, Sheikh Nuri?” Keira’s throat was swelling closed and she had to force each syllable and sound out. “You’re using me, too. You’re using me to get back at my father. At least be man enough to admit it.”

She heard his soft hiss at her insult. His touch changed, shifted, fingers extending from her chin to her jaw, his fingers briefly caressing the width of her jawbone.

“You lack a Barakan woman’s good sense and quiet tongue. Yet I’m beginning to think you deserve a Barakan husband. One who would teach you humility and a modicum of self-control.”

She ground her teeth, temper flashing in her eyes. “Hate to disappoint you, Sheikh Nuri, but some things can’t be taught.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, laeela. Anything can be taught. It just takes the right teacher.” A flicker of dark emotion shone in his eyes. “And you would need not just a good teacher, but a patient teacher.”