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83 - Flight II
It was easy to find Sa-Khente. He was with Kai on the other side of the small camp, just over the large dune. She hadn’t asked where either of them were and had simply followed the niggling feeling inside her that told her to go that way, that way, and she had. At its end, she had found the chieftain with a new ceremonial golden collar around his shoulders, and an exceedingly tall man standing beside him.
She gave up trying to explain to herself how she had known Kai would be here, and there was a knowing, satisfied gleam in his golden eyes as he watched her approach over his shoulder. It was as if he was reeling her in despite standing still, and it was only when she came within arm’s reach that he turned and pulled her close with his arms around her waist, ignoring the man standing next to him.
“Kai—”
“Sa. Look at my mate, standing here with me. You had so little faith.”
The large man g
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