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She turned to look at her captor He was tall, and hard and very indifferent She suppressed a wave of en of weakness, she re will you keep me here?”

“How long will you stay alive?”

A lurimy “Do you intend to…kill…me?”

His dark eyes narrowed, and athe weathered skin across his pro nose, broad forehead and no sympathy or tenderness in his expression “Do youwant to die?”

What a question! “No”

“Then go inside the tent”

But she didn’t hted with a curious mixture of fear and dread While she hated how he snapped his fingers as he ordered her about, it was the cold shivery dread feeling in her belly that made her feel worse

She hated the dread because it ain

“What do I call you?” she asked, nearly choking on her tongue, a tongue that now felt heavy and nuerous situations but this was by far the worst

He stared down at her for a long, tense moment As the silence stretched, Tally looked past hi their guns

“Do you have a name?” Her voice sounded faint between them

“Seeing as you’re from the West, you can call me Tair”

“Tair?” she repeated puzzled

He saw her brow crease with bewilder no point in telling her that his real naether different, that he’d been born Zein el-Tayer, and that he was the firstborn of his father’s three sons and the only son still alive He’d survived the border wars and the past ten years of tensions and skirmishes due to a lethal combination of skill and luck

In Arabic, Zein or Zain ood”, but no one called hiood Everyone in Baraka and Ouaha kneho he hat he was, and that was danger Destruction