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saw the way you melted into his embrace. You only have to let yourself love him.”
    “I’d rather die.”
    “Never speak like that – it can be arranged by his father or brother.”
    “What?” she asked, her heart hammering in her chest.
    Surely she’d misheard. Either she’d be used as a pawn and traded home or made to warm Sheikh Munir’s bed. There was no way she was in complete danger. Only a mad man would abduct a senator’s daughter and then kill her. That would bring total annihilation on Yoman; surely the old sheikh and his other son could do the math.
    Emma struggled to swallow, but her throat was too dry. If they weren’t reasonable men, she could be dead very soon.
    “Don’t give them a reason to try a treaty with another daughter or child as bait. Kashif…he is not to be trusted.”
    She snorted and rubbed her still sore chin. “You don’t have to tell me that twice. He’s an animal.”
    “Then believe me that Munir is his opposite,” the older woman said, now adding the reddest of lipsticks to Emma’s lips. “Work hard to make a good impression, and you may find everything you’ve been seeking.”
    “What would you know about it?”
    She leaned over and pushed long blonde strands of hair back from Emma’s face. “I know everything about it.”

Chapter Three
    Emma couldn’t believe the girl before her in the mirror. Basheera must have been holding out on her with the truth; surely the woman was a wizard of some kind and she truly had fallen into a fairy story. Her hair was piled high on her head in an ornate bun with tendrils falling from the updo. The bright blonde locks highlighted even moreso by the rich red and blue jewels studded through her braids. Her blue eyes were prominent and glittered like sapphires because of the kohl, and her lips looked fuller, cherry red from the tint Basheera had used. Somehow, the older woman had even known how to dress her to emphasize her curves properly, something she’d never thought possible. The pink silk of the genie pants clung to the roundness of her hips and the matching top revealed the soft stretch of flesh of her stomach while dipping low over her breasts.
    She looked beautiful, unlike anything she’d been ever before.
    It was a look that Alexis or Parker could have carried off, but always felt so unattainable for her. After all, the studious one was never also the attractive one. She’d just never felt it, especially after she’d found Kevin cheating on her.
    But bedecked like this?
    She almost felt like the queen Munir claimed he was trying to make her.
    Basheera smiled up at her work and clapped her hands. “I’m good. I should have charged you for the service.”
    “It’s like you have a wand hidden back there. You don’t, do you?”
    Basheera laughed, her voice tinkling like bells. “No,” she said finishing by adding one last adornment, a silver pin, to Emma’s hair. “It was mine when I first came to the palace. I promise it will bring you luck.”
    “I don’t want this kind.”
    “Make an aging woman happy and get to dinner and try to be nice.”
    “Be nice to my captor.”
    “To your future husband,” Basheera corrected, walking her to the door and shoving her out into the hallway.
    Emma paced the labyrinthine hallways of the palace, finding her way to the dining hall by the amazing scent wafting down the way. There were heavenly spices, the smell of perfectly roasted lamb, and the mouth-watering smell of dried and seasoned figs and apricots. When she opened the door, the dining hall’s sheer size amazed her. If the harem room was large, this room was gigantic.
    Easily three of the harem’s quarters could fit into this room and the table before her sat at least fifty. She wondered if there were leaves there, as well, in order to stretch the table out even further. Set out in large silver serving dishes were all the things she smelled and then some: chick peas, lentils, rice seasoned with turmeric and various