CHAPTER 31
I TRAILED AFTER Nurah as she walked towards the main house, waving off a uniformed man in a golf buggy who tried to give us a lift. It looked as if her ankle was feeling better.
“Did Rashid just call you ‘Your Excellency?’”
“Yes. It’s a bit embarrassing, really. I do wish he wouldn’t, but father trains them like that.”
“Who’s your father?” I blurted.
“He’s just a sheikh,” she said, waving it off as if it was nothing. “And I’m only minor royalty on my mother’s side.”
Royalty? Sheesh. I tried to act as casually as she did, but I couldn’t help being overawed by the amount of gold on display when we got into the house. Mansion. No, palace. The staff must spend half of their life polishing things. Lunch was served by a butler, who presented us with an array of crustless sandwic
