The fiercely warning glance Zahir gave her in return was enough to quell the courage of Ghengis Khan himself, and she couldn't deny that her legs weren't shaking. 'How dare you address me in such a manner? Such disrespect would be enough to have you incarcerated. In future I would advise you to think twice before succumbing to it. Come into my study…now.' Closing the door behind him, Zahir gestured to Gina to take a seat. She was glad of it. Laying down her papers on a lavish brocade-covered couch, she folded her arms in her lap, took a deep breath, then made herself meet his glowering gaze. 'I apologise sincerely if I was rude, Your Highness. It won't happen again. What is it you want to talk to me about?' Hands behind his back, he paced the marble floor, his handsome profile ominously formidable as his beet heels rang out against the stone. When he came to a stop, but still didn't speak, a jolt of fear zigzagged through her. 'What's wrong?
