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conscience was to leave a warning in the event that the sheik wished to do
Valerie harm. "The Impaler , he is in love with
her. At first, I thought she was just some woman he was seeing while on holiday
but he purchased a home there and they moved in together." Remembering the
cold harsh voice he spoke to on the phone the day before he continued. "I
am convinced she is his. I have no doubt that he will come for her and when he
does, it will not end well."
    "Why are you
telling me this? Her importance to him is the exact reason we took her"
    "Yes, I
understand that, but he is also a mad man. You saw what he did to our informant
who posed as the driver a few months ago. Just imagine what he will do now that
we have his woman. You need to return her alive and unharmed when he delivers
on his side of the deal." Mehmet had come to like Val. Even though he tried
to avoid communicating with her to remain neutral, he could not deny that she
was a good person. She was an innocent who did not deserve to be thrust in the
middle of a war, let alone have Keyaan , who was
unstable on a good day, set his sights on her.
    "Is that
all?" Keyaan asked nonplussed.
    Knowing that he had
probably overstepped his mark and that his warning was falling on deaf ears he
relented. "Yes, Your Highness." When Keyaan returned to what he had been working on before his
arrival, Mehmet knew he had been dismissed and quickly left the room.
    Keyaan tried to return to his reports, but Mehmet had roused his curiosity. No one
dared to question his orders or decisions. Why would Mehmet, the charismatic
yet weak man he had been friends with in his younger days, feel the need to
speak up for a woman he hardly knew? He had to see for himself who this woman
was - the one who had captured the attention of a greedy mercenary and the
heart of the notorious Impaler .
     
    A few minutes into
her despair, Valerie stopped the water works and focused. Tears would
accomplish nothing and she would be damned if she was going to act like a
damsel in distress waiting for prince charming to save her. It was her “prince
charming” that had put her in this position and she decided then and there that
she would be the one to get herself out of it .,
Valerie examined the room that would be hosting her for the duration of her
stay. It was spacious and had a comfortable, large bed accentuated by a
majestic, Persian design headboard. Across from it sat a
lone , Ottoman style couch and coffee table. There was an archway in the
room that led to a bathroom. Within she found a deep tub on one end and a
shower in the other. For a prison it was luxurious. Let's see how luxurious
it will be if Vlad fails to do what these people want and they kill you. Her inner voice had taken a turn for the worst. Gone were the investigative
questions she had on the trip here and in its place stood the tone of
pessimistic doom and gloom.
    She stripped out of
her clothes, retied her braids in a bun and took a quick shower. It was not
meant to be relaxing, she just needed to get clean - to wash away the thoughts
of what had happened to her and what still could happen to her. In less than
five minutes she was done. Grabbing a towel from the rack next to the wash
basin, she dried off and began to redress in her worn outfit.
    Half way through, she
heard the door to the bedroom unlock and open. She didn't want to be caught
semi-nude and there was no door between the outsider and where she stood.
Panicking, she chose to forego the bra and pulled on the vest. Stilling her
movements she listened for whoever was out front waiting for her but heard
nothing. She waited for a few moments and still, silence greeted her. She walked
to the threshold of the doorway and peeked into the room.
    A man in a white thobe sat on the Ottoman across from the bed staring straight at her. He didn't move
or say a word, he just waited. Feeling embarrassed at being caught with her
pants down, Val felt the need to apologize. Maybe this was his