Zehra held her breath as she waited in the shadows. The bushes around her rustled as she listened, fighting the urge to flee. And then she heard his voice.
“The impertinence. The arrogance. It will not go unpunished. I will find her. That man who bought her will have signed his name to the madam’s book. We will come tomorrow, and I will discover his name, and when I find him…” The voice sank to a low growl. “I will cut his throat and take back what is mine.”
“Aye, sir,” another man responded, carrying a rough English accent. “But wouldna that be dangerous? Cuttin’ a man’s throat? You could be caught and hanged.”
Al-Zahrani’s voice rippled through the bushes, and Zehra closed her eyes, fighting the urge to run and give herself away.
“I’ll kill any who stand in my way, do you understand?
