"You," he said in a low, gravelly voice. "The Sheik has been looking for a prize like you. Rare. Educated."
The next morning, the landscape shifted from the green fringes of the south to the harsh, orange expanse of the desert. Their jeep kicked up a trail of sand that could be seen for miles. They were only hours from the border when the sound of an engine—high-pitched and frantic—echoed behind them. Ebano.epub
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. "You," he said in a low, gravelly voice