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PROLOGUE

Present day...

TADJ’S WORLD TILTED on its axis as a woman in a red dress stepped out of the kitchen.

‘Excuse me, Your Excellency,’ he said, startling his ambassador to London. ‘Something extraordinary has just happened.’

‘Of course, Your Majesty...’ Raising his portly form as quickly as he could the ambassador bowed to his ruler and employer, the Emir of Qalala, as Tadj, an exceptionally striking-looking man, left the table where they’d been dining incognito, to stride across the floor.

Sensing his approach, the young woman turned and stared, paling, as if she’d seen a ghost.