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room, and she
was just put here temporarily until she could be moved again. Not to mention
that she had used a complete stranger's shower and towels. Luxurious my ass,
I'm about to be hauled off to a dark and mangy dungeon.
    "S-sorry, I just
needed a shower," she told the man meekly.
    "It's fine. The
room is yours" came a gravelly voice, the kind
that had been corroded through years of smoking.
    Valerie breathed a
sigh of relief that she would get to stay and let silence pass between them.
They both continued to stare at each other across the expansive space. Val was
trying to determine who this man was, but she couldn't see his face clearly. He
didn't appear to have a gun which meant that he wasn't part of the security
team however, that didn't mean he was harmless. She felt safe in the bathroom,
at a good distance away, partially hidden from his view.
    "I don't have
the black robes with me" she supplied in answer as to why she refused to
come into the bedroom, pointing at the niqab and abaya that lay on the floor.
    "It's fine, this
is my home" was his reply as he continued to wait for her. Still she made
no effort to move, she didn't have her bra or shorts on. Guessing that the man
was not going to leave until she came out, she went back in to put on the rest
of her clothes.
    Keyaan hadn't been able to see her because the light from the bathroom cast a shadow
behind her. The room he put her in was at the west end of the palace where the
sun hardly shone through the high windows. Its weak light only let one know the
difference between day and night.  He wasn't a man known for his patience.
He had tried the accommodating approach by remaining seated as she finished up
in the bathroom. The little patience he had was worn thin when she returned to
the other room. Exhausted by his attempt at pleasantry, he went to have a look
for himself. He wanted to see The Impaler's little
treasure.
    Just as Val was
reaching for her bra, she heard the footsteps behind her and gave a sharp gasp.
Placing her hand over her chest in an effort to calm her racing heart she
noticed that she'd drawn the man's attention to her breasts. She swallowed the
sick feeling that washed over her, hoping that he wouldn't force himself on
her. His sharp gaze moved from her chest to meet her eyes. They were a radiant
hazel framed with long, black lashes. His black beard was neatly trimmed and
ran across his cheeks and around his mouth as it connected to his sideburns ,. He wore a white gutra over his head that covered his hair and stood at about 6 ft. Val took a step
back into the bathroom on instinct, but when she thought about it, that she was
moving further from the exit and closing herself in, she stepped forward.
    The first thing he
noticed was that she wasn't wearing a bra based on the peaked buds that pushed
against her vest. It wasn't a shocking sight, he had his fair share of women to
keep him entertained, it was simply unexpected. So
that's the reason she didn't want to come out. Realising that he was putting
her on edge, he went back out of the room. Keyaan had
etched everything about her into memory – the striking features on her face,
the ethnic style of her hair, the darker shade of her skin and the silhouette
of her body. He smirked at the thought as he picked up her abaya and walked back into the bathroom to hand it to her. She was attractive, but he
had seen and sampled better. Nevertheless, he could not deny that she reminded
him of someone he had managed to forget until now and that thought disturbed him.
    Hesitantly, she
reached for the black robe he held in his hands while his eyes remained trained
on hers. Instead of giving it to her, he stepped forward and spread it out to
place it around her shoulders. She put her arms through the sleeves and pulled
it closed. Keyaan raised his hand in an effort to cup
her face but thought better of it as he shortly dropped his arm back to his
side. Turning on his heel, he headed out of the doorway and