"You," he said in a low, gravelly voice. "The Sheik has been looking for a prize like you. Rare. Educated."
Days bled into nights of jolting transport and thirst. Elena was no longer a lecturer or a bride; she was a commodity, being moved across borders that didn't exist on any map. She was taken through the Tibesti Mountains, across the Red Sea, and finally into the shimmering heat of the Arabian Peninsula. Ebano.epub
"We leave for the northern border at dawn," Thomas said, his voice tight. He was a journalist by trade, and despite Elena’s protests, he couldn't resist chasing a lead about a clandestine trade route moving through the desert. "You," he said in a low, gravelly voice