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“Still dodging the question Omar” I stated flatly
He chuckled, “You are too intelligent for your own good fehly a couple of times and then admitted, “I met with a female who’d served me in the past, before you” I was quiet, but I knew he could hear s to work
“Anna, do not despair my love I was unable with her”
“You?” I said in shock, although my heart thrilled at his confession
“I would wish to never speak of it again Just know my body failed me for the first time ever Apparently you’ve poisoned me, or cast a spell on me”
We talked on for a few oodbyes I was much too pleased with his confession and it buoyed my depressed state I’d not been entirely honest with hiuuy, just to see if I could shake the cloud of Omar
John and I had gone out for a nice dinner and even the conversation had been pleasant enough I liked him and unbelievably we found a lot of si up years and current lives I had too much wine too, and by the time he walked me to my door, htly and insisting passionately that I respond
Much like Omar discovered about his body, mine didn’t react at all to John’s advances Mine in fact had felt as if it had dried up like a parched desert in reaction to the other h John had called o on another date I’d declined with a s, lock-stock and barrel to the Arabian prince for whom I would someday bear his name
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Part ofmy new found freedom I was only twenty five and really hadn’t lived that iven all the trauma and drama, but aside from those episodes of horror, I really hadn’t lived I hadn’t e life choices or subsequently failed or made any major mistakes
I continued to ponder the ra a Queen to a populous ofArab people I knew our country wasn’t ards to how the majority felt about the populous of the Middle East and even though the Arabians in general were our allies, I still felt a lot of reverse prejudice I didn’t have any towards the race of the ered in hts
I hadn’t understood her words the day after the attack on the cereh She blaht this kind of attack on her brother and family
Was it ered Omar’s life?
I still felt insignificant to the big picture I still felt as if I were nothing more than someone Omar kept company with, hidden away in his palace, and that I alone had no impact on their nation What if I did? What if I was the one who ruined their regime?
I continued to study, and Omar and I talked or chatted every couple of days He didn’t offerof the infidels I’d been happy he’d murdered the ones who’d abducted me and then battered ht that thosesoht that there was no systeeance and the rebels