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herded her out of the restaurant, avoiding the hotel lobby to get out of the establishment. Once outside, he flagged a taxi. They climbed in, and Arcan slammed the door.
    “The Walk,” he said to the driver. Dubai Marina was a popular venue for tourists and residents alike. On Saturdays, there was an open-air market that featured many outdoor stalls selling everything from jewelry to knick-knacks. He thought they’d have a better chance of avoiding detection mingling in the crowd in a place that wasn’t fortified with security cameras. As he leaned back in his seat, he noticed that Yazmina was tense. The fear had returned to her eyes. “Hey.” He touched her arm. “It’s going to be okay.”
    Yazmina nodded nervously.
    Somehow, she didn’t seem convinced.
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    Even though it was late in the evening, Dubai Marina was still packed with people. The temperature had been lingering in the triple digits all day, and when the sun went down, many sought release from the suffocating heat outside. Arcan was told that a sandstorm had swept across the entire UAE a day prior to his arrival, caging people inside. At the first sign of a respite, many couldn’t resist the temptation of outdoor activity.
    Arcan held Yazmina’s hand as they weaved leisurely among the crowd, acting as if they were tourists. They stopped once in a while to look at the stalls, admiring the wares. Arcan bought her a trinket and a pashmina shawl. Then they sat at an outdoor café. He ordered sandwiches and coffees to avoid suspicion. After the waiter left, Arcan called Jackson about the change of plan and had him collect his luggage and settle the hotel bill. Next he called Cyeon, telling him the latest situation.
    Cyeon went silent on the other end after Arcan finished his report, which worried him. Alpha was usually quick with a solution. This time, Cyeon seemed to be cautious. Breaking the law in another country needed careful and meticulous planning.
    “At this point, I’m still not sure whether we’ll be able to charter a plane to America,” said Cyeon. “It’s peak season. I’m sure we could secure one, but it would take at least a few days to reserve and process the paperwork. I’m planning to go to Dubai with others. Jax is preparing the travel documents and such. I’ve called Cole too. He’ll take the first flight from Canberra tomorrow. He should call you as soon as he touches down in Dubai.”
    “That’s good to hear.”
    The waiter came with their order. Arcan thanked him.
    “What about seeking political asylum in the American embassy? What’s our chance that they’ll grant her protection?”
    “I’m not quite sure, as I’m not well-versed in international law,” Cyeon said. “I called a colleague of mine who’s knowledgeable in this subject, but he hasn’t returned my call. By the way, do you really know who her father is?”
    Arcan’s gaze strayed to Yazmina. She was stirring some sugar into her coffee. “Some hot-shot I believe?” Arcan lowered his voice.
    “Not just some hot-shot. Sheikh Ibrahim Al-Rahad owns a fleet of oil tankers transporting oil from the gulf to America. The man is a billionaire.”
    Arcan almost choked when he heard that. No shit. If the old man swam in money, how did he have the heart to trade his only daughter for a horse?
    That bastard didn’t deserve to be a parent.
    The bastard didn’t deserve Yazmina.
    Full-blown anger rushed into him. “Well, ain’t that great? A mover and shaker like him is a pain in the ass.”
    “My instinct tells me that you two should stay away from the American embassy as well. At least until I get a report back from my intel.”
    “What about the South African embassy?” Arcan asked.
    Cyeon paused. “You know what, that didn’t occur to me until you mentioned it. I know some people that could actually help. Didn’t she want to go to America though?”
    “Maybe we should just prioritize getting her out of the country. This place