"Shh. It's all right." Daniel's voice was broken. "No one's going to hurt you. Will you give her the shot, dammit?"

The familiar hot pain in her arm. It was happening again. Despair welled up in her. She stopped struggling. Then the needle was gone and she felt the soft, swooping mist begin to enfold her. The tears

continued to rain down her cheeks and she made no attempt to halt them.

Daniel's expression clearly revealed his agonized concern for her. How had they managed to find someone who looked so much like Daniel? For it couldn't have been Daniel. He wouldn't have betrayed her like this. He was easing her stiff body into a reclining position on the bed and releasing her arms. He knew she wouldn't be able to fight him now. They always knew.

"Please. Stop crying. It's tearing me apart."

She shook her head slowly. She closed her eyes so that she could no longer see the face of betrayal. "I just want to go home," she whispered. "Please let me go home."

Her breathing became deep and even. "She's unconscious," Dr. Madchen said. "I'll give her the serum now." He raised a brow at Daniel. "With your permission."

Daniel nodded jerkily. "Give it to her. Is she going to be all right?"

"You've scarcely given me a chance to examine her," Dr. Madchen said caustically as he prepared the syringe. "How would I know?"

Daniel took a step closer, his hand flashing out and closing on the man's throat. "I'm not in the mood for sarcasm at the moment," he said with menacing softness. "I'll ask you again. Is she going to be all right?"

Dr. Madchen s lips tightened. "I see no-reason why she shouldn't. There are very few deaths these days from scorpion stings. She should be a bit weak for a few days. However, ifl'm allowed to treat her, she should recover in a short time."

Philip El Kabbar was frowning. "Let him go, Daniel. I apologize, Dr. Madchen. Daniel is terribly upset at the moment." His blue-green eyes were suddenly

twinkling. "Though I suppose you should be grateful he didn't shoot at you as he did at Abdul. He has a tendency to become a bit violent on occasion."

Daniel's hand slowly released the doctor's throat. He stepped back. "You might keep that in mind while you're taking care of her. I want her well." His eyes were blazing fiercely in his white face. "Do you hear me? I want her well."

"Then leave the room and let me do my job." Dr. Madchen turned away. "I would appreciate it if you would get this man out of my way. Sheikh El Kabbar. I don't work well under intimidation."

"Daniel." Clancy's tone was surprisingly gentle. "Come on. You need a drink. She'll be better off without you prowling around getting in the doctor's way." His lips curved in a slightly rueful smile. "I think I could use one myself. I wasn't expecting this to be quite so grueling."

"Grueling." Daniel's nostrils flared. "Hell yes, it was grueling. I feel as if I've been put through a meat grinder. Why the hell would she react like that? She should know that I would never hurt her." His hands clenched at his sides. "My God, she should know that."

"She was delirious," Philip said. "Surely that was reason enough."

Daniel shook his head. "There's more to it than that." His gaze narrowed on Clancy. "And I think you know what was going on in her head all that time."

"I'm afraid I do," Clancy said wearily. "I wish to God I didn't. It makes me a little sick."

Daniel turned away abruptly. "We need to talk, he said tersely. "I think a drink would be an excellent idea." He was striding toward the door. He glanced back over his shoulder. "Philip?"

Philip El Kabbar shook his head. "I'll join you later." His sudden smile lent a rare warmth to his

dark, cynical face. "I'll watch over your little charge, Daniel. I won't permit anything to happen to her."

"I know you won't," Daniel said gruffly. "We'll be in the study."

Clancy's lips pursed in a low whistle as he strolled beside Daniel down the hall. "I never thought I'd see a ferocious panther like El Kabbar meekly playing nursemaid."

"I've heard the big cats make magnificent guardians for their young," Daniel said. "And Philip isn't all panther. He's been a good friend to me."

"Like to like," Clancy suggested dryly. "Neither one of you can be termed exactly tame."

"And neither can you." Daniel threw open the intricately carved double doors of the study. "Or you wouldn't be in the business you're in. You ought to understand Philip very well."

Clancy shrugged as he watched Daniel cross the room to the small cellarette, his dusty boots sinking into the exquisite Persian carpet. "I understand that side of him well enough. I'm just a little wary of all that power he wields. He Could be a very dangerous enemy for Alex to have to deal with if he chose to exert it."

"He won't choose," Daniel said. "As long as Alex doesn't interfere with Philip's territorial rights, he has nothing to worry about." He reached for the cut glass decanter in the cellarette. "Bourbon?"

Clancy nodded. "He wasn't pleased to see me last night. He was even less pleased when I told him about our mission. You're right. He's very protective of those he cares about. I'll have to remember that."

"That's right, file it away in the computer bank call a memory." Daniel had poured his own brandy and was coming back to stand before Clancy. He handed him the bourbon. "And while you're at it,

e a note that there's no way I'll let you use me to hurt him, Clancy." His gaze met Clancy's steadily. "I let you use me this time, but not again." He took a long swallow of his brandy. "Have you heard anything of Hassan and his boys?"

"No sign of them yet." Clancy frowned. "Did you have to blow up the plane?"

"It was the simplest way to get them to follow me into Sedikhan."

"And did they?"

Daniel nodded grimly. "I made sure they'd be mad enough to follow us to hell and back. They'll surface soon. You can bet on it. You just be on the spot to grab them when they do. I don't want them to get near Zilah again. That's why I chose Philip's compound rather than my own—his security is far better than mine."

"How did you manage to—"

"I'll give you a full report later," Daniel interrupted. "Right now, I want some answers myself." He gestured to the high-backed leather chair in front of the Sheraton desk. "You might as well make yourself comfortable. You're not leaving here until I find out what you know."

"Why don't you sit down yourself," Clancy suggested as he dropped down into the chair and stretched his legs out in front of him. "You look like you need a bed not a chair. Was it a rough caper?"

"We've both been through worse." Daniel made a face as he looked down at his dust-grimed khakis and the sweat-darkened undershirt clinging to his chest. "And I don't think Philip would appreciate my lolling in his antique chairs in my present condition." He half sat, half leaned against the edge of the desk. "I can rest later. Talk to me."

"Zilah?"

"Who else?" Daniel's hand tightened on his glass. "You know why she looked at me as if I were her executioner."

Clancy lowered his gaze to the amber 1iquid in his glass. "I told you I wasn't at liberty to discuss Zilah with strangers. David would have my head in a handbasket if I did."