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Anahita was n***d, covered in blood, and Fakhri came for her again, his body glowing red in the light, his jutting c**k as long as he was tall. She screamed, and once she started, she couldn't seem to stop.
A hand came from nowhere, pressing down on her mouth so hard she swore there would be a fresh bruise to add to those Fakhri had already given her. She flailed about, trying to fight her way free.
"Hush, Lady Anahita, you are safe. We swore an oath, but we cannot keep it if you scream so loud everyone in the desert hears you."
She knew that voice. Anahita blinked her eyes open to make sure. Yes, it was Haidar. She blew out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. "Thank you," she said shakily. "I dreamed..."
Haidar cut her off. "As we all do." He grimaced. "There are som
