Page 19 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

I tumble back in shock at hearing him whisper in my ear, and I don't know whether to feel relieved or scared that his reflexes are so spectacularly quick that he's able to pull me back with ease.

He spins me around to face him, and—-

"H-HOW DO I KNOW YOU'REreally who you say you are?"

I just go right ahead and ask it, and Zahir releases me with a shake of his head.

"That's what's been bothering you?"

He takes his wallet out and flips it open.

"Is that enough?"

A military ID with his photo...

Under the name of Zahir Al-Harbi...

And issued by the Royal Army of the Kingdom of Kivr.

It looks legit, too, but...

"How do I know that's real?"

He puts his wallet back in his pocket and takes his phone out next.

"Call the Kivran embassy. Let them know you're with me."

He sounds socalm.

But because I know it's also possible he's trying to bluff his way out of this—-

I snatch his phone out of his hands. "I'll do just that," I warn him.

"Please do."

I look it up on Google and show him the embassy's website. "I'm really going to do it."

"When someone answers, just say you're with me, and that you want them to access the cameras on the 8th floor of Upper Aehrenthal."

My stomach cramps as the phone starts to ring.

"Michael Toole of the Embassy of Kivr. How may I help you?"

"I...I'm with Z-Zahir Al-Harbi."

I wait for the other person on the other end of the line to say something, but he doesn't.

"And...and he says he wants you to access the cameras on the 8th floor of Upper Aehrenthal."

I hear typing in the background.

"This is the hotel in Amsterdam, correct?"

"Yes."

"May I know who's on the line?"

"C-Can I say no?"

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