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228 pages, Paperback
First published December 15, 2013
Yes, Amber would be praised in Marai, but her life would not be her own. She would be wound up in a web of tradition and duty so tight she would suffocate. A leader of Marai was a gilded slave, bound to the traditions and obligated to serve others for the tranquility and prosperity of the city. It was why she fled; now she was sending her granddaughter into the cage she despised.
“Excuse me sir,” she said in her sweetest tone. “Where would I find the American compound?”
The man looked puzzled. “American compound? There is no… oh, you must mean the American Embassy.”
“Yes, that is what I mean.”
The man scratched his chin. “It’s a long way from here. Come, I’m walking to my car. I’ll take you there.”
“Merci, sir! Merci!” Aisha followed the man to a dusty vehicle. She was used to automobiles now, so she climbed into the passenger side. They pulled away quickly.
“What’s your name?” the man asked.
“Aisha.”
“Well, Aisha, your Momma should have taught you never to get in a car with a stranger.”
The man’s sinister grin was barely on his face when Aisha snatched her wicked dagger from her clothes and pressed the tip into his neck. It was her turn to grin.
“No, sir. You should be old enough to know not to try to take advantage of pretty young girls. Now take me to this American embassy.”