ABIGAIL KEPT HER GAZE lowered and focused on noting the exits, the windows, all the ways she could escape. The main building was built out of stone that would survive the harsh desert climate. The interior was utilitarian-tiled and simple.The guards led her through the entry and into a large room that boasted a desk, a seating area, and several fans moving the warm air around. Zacharias wasn't here. A single glance told her that. He might be elsewhere, but he wasn't here. There were at least a dozen armed men around, plus Nador. He stuck out by the simple fact that he wasn't covered in dust.Based on what she'd read, she'd almost expected to be delivered to his bedroom, along with a couple other women. By all accounts, when Nador was not busy killing, he was fucking. She hated him on principle."My men say you have an offer for me?" Nador circled his desk, his arms folded across his chest. He wore tan slacks and a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up around his mammot
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