The Sultan's Heir. ALEXANDRA SELLERS

them evaporated.

      “I cannot do that,” he said, and at his tone chills raced up her spine.

      “Why?”

      “You force my hand, and no doubt you will spend many hours regretting it. Rosalind, your son is in danger. He must go into hiding for a period. Only in this way can we protect him effectively.”

      “Danger?” She felt as though he had smashed the side of her head, sending all coherent thought flying. “Danger from what?”

      “People who will wish harm to Jamshid’s son when they learn of his existence.”

      Oh, this was much worse than she had guessed a moment ago. Rosie almost sobbed. “He is not Jamshid’s son! Why won’t you believe me?”

      “Because the family resemblance is unmistakable. And because he was registered as Jamshid’s son. Even if I could believe you, there are others who will not.”