Chapter Seventy-Four

It was Kaan who stood there, an imposing figure in his long robe. The fact that his curved scimitar was exposed was not lost on either Beyla or her tormentor.

“What is the meaning of this intrusion?”

The bluster cut no ice with the Emperor of the Desert.

“This farce has gone far enough,” he said.

Beyla’s head was whirling. Had he sold her, or not?

“Please, help me,” she begged, just to be on the safe side.

“Has he hurt you, little one?”

“No, but he was going to make me do humiliating things,” she said, trying her best to cover her body.

If only she had more than one pair of hands!

“Come here, Beyla. The sale’s off,” he said to the bewildered would-be purchaser.

“By whose authority?”

When he gave his full name and title the man in question beat a hasty retreat.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she dared, backing away.

Just then, there was a commotion further down the passage. When the door burst open to reveal a stocky man with ice-blue eyes, Beyla believed she was dreaming.

“What’s