Page 25 of Her Irresistible Sheik (Al-Sintra Family #9)

Clyde muttered several expletives as silently as possible.

Limping away, he had to drag his left leg because the bitch had shot an arrow right into his ass!

His left butt cheek throbbed and he suspected the arrow had lodged deeper than he thought.

Still, he needed to get the hell away from that damned courtyard before the stupid bitch realized that she was missing an arrow because it was stuck in his ass!

He made it all the way to another closet and slammed the door closed, in too much pain to pay attention to the security cameras or the sounds of his groans.

Reaching behind him, he grabbed the shaft of the arrow and, inhaling while also holding his breath, he yanked the arrow free.

It took three tries and he knew that he was tearing more flesh, but he finally got the damn arrow out.

Leaning against the wall, he took several deep breaths, working through the pain. Now that the arrow was out, the pain wasn’t as intense, but his ass still throbbed.

How the hell had she managed to shoot him? The woman was one of the worst archers he’d ever seen. Her arrows were flying everywhere except at the target, without enough force behind them to even lodge the tips into a tree branch or the trunk of a tree!

When the sheik had come out and given her a few tips, the arrows had been only slightly more accurate. So, how the hell had she shot him?

He’d followed her to the courtyard, intending to just shoot her. But her bodyguards and the vegetation had kept him from getting a good angle on her.

Now, he looked down at his right hand, the thumb encased in a splint. He also had a wad of cotton stuffed into his mouth because the tooth he’d knocked out while trying to eat that scone still occasionally bled.

And now he had another wound from her damned arrow! The indignities kept piling up.

For a moment, he considered just walking away, finding a place to heal and regroup. But as soon as he shifted his weight, pain shot through him.

“No!” he groaned, shaking his head. “I’ll never give up. She needs to be taught a lesson!”

Stepping out of the closet, he peered around, cognizant of the other palace staff members that moved efficiently through the halls.

He wore the uniform of a palace custodian today, which was yet another insult.

He was a freaking assassin, feared by people all over the world!

Now he was reduced to a wounded, limping, broken thumbed moron with an arrow wound in his ass!

He’d show her what he was capable of, Clyde thought as he limped his way down the hall.