"You," he said in a low, gravelly voice. "The Sheik has been looking for a prize like you. Rare. Educated."
"I know. But if I can document this, the Western world can't look away anymore. You’ve always said that was the goal, right? To make them see?"
Their paths were converging. Thomas was tracking a ghost, and Elena was becoming a legend within the palace walls, orchestrating a plan that would either lead to her freedom or her end.



