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382 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 29, 2020
"What are you?" The innkeeper flushed as he stared after the man. "A blackamoor?"
"She's Persian," one of the old soldiers cried out. "No, Arabian, that's it."
One of his companions guffawed. "As if you's know the difference, you old drunk."
"I 'eard that kind of guttural talk in Egypt," the old soldier insisted, "when we fought against the frogs in Alexandria in '01."
"They got camels there, don't they?" another of the companions inquired.
The innkeeper scowled at the woman. "We do not accommodate heathens."
"Maybe she learned some tricks in her master's harem," one man called out amidst guffaws of approval.
"I got a room yer can share, sweet'eart." A man sitting with the old soldier separated from the crowd and sauntered up to the woman. A huge scar ran down the left side of his face, a jagged line dissecting one ruddy cheek. "'Ow about we go up now and yer ride me like yer people ride a camel in the desert?"
"I got a bigger . . . chamber." Another man, this one small and ragged, stood up, gyrating his bony hips indecently. "Come with me and I'll take yer on the ride of yer life."
"I'll teach yer some manners, yer barbarian bitch."
She was extraordinary. Enormous almond eyes the color of black tea regarded him with unfettered scorn. Golden honey skin drew tight across a proud forehead and razor-cut cheekbones. She was so striking he almost forgot to notice that her curved blade was now pointed directly at him."
"I certainly do not mean to show appreciation by accompanying you to your bedchamber." Her smoky voice slid along his nerves like silk. Hunt had never before encountered anyone like her. He admired her fierceness, the way she wielded that strange dagger like a conquering female samurai.
"Besides," she added. "I did not require assistance. I had the matter well in hand."
"Oh?" She really was magnificent. "Was your plan to stab every man here?"
"You may be certain that if I had intended to kill you, or anyone, with my janbiya, you wouldn't have known it until well after my dagger was buried deep inside your chest."
"A bloodthirsty woman. I quite admire that."