Emily was lost in thought when the towering, powerful Sheik, clad in opulent robes, stepped back and motioned to a servant waiting in the shadows.
The servant moved forward and made a deep bow before the Sheik. The flickering lights had painted the walls an unsettling gray.
"Take her to her palace," he said in a firm voice reverberating across the vast hall.
"Make sure she gets thoughtful attention. She will always be the woman I value the most."
Silently nodding, the servant acknowledged the seriousness of the Sheik's order.
The Sheik's cold look melted from Emily's eyes as the servant led her into the enormous hall, where elaborate decorations and pricey tapestries began to blend.
The implications of the Sheik's comments caused her stomach to swirl uneasily. Another golden cage, the palace for all the Sheik's women, waited inside the regal gates.
