Lily had to blink twice to make sure that this was all not a dream; she also had to rub her eyes and make sure that she was really sitting in Prince Aziz's car. The looks that she had received were less than welcoming, both from the wardens and Prince Aziz's bodyguards.

She hated being in this car, and worst of all, she hated making the deal that would enslave her for the rest of her life. She hated the man sitting next to her, but he, on the other hand, did not seem bothered by this; he was too busy speaking to his bodyguard in Arabic.

Lily could remember...