When the jeep finally skidded to a halt, the silence that followed was more terrifying than the gunfire. Thomas was dragged out and pinned to the ground. A man with eyes like polished flint stepped forward, ignoring the camera equipment and the money Thomas tried to offer. He looked only at Elena.
But Elena—the Ebano—refused to break. In the silence of her captivity, she began to observe. She learned the rhythms of the guards, the shifting of the sands, and the secret language of the women who served in the Sheik’s palace. She realized that her education wasn't just a tool for lectures; it was her weapon for survival. 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. When the jeep finally skidded to a halt,