"My lady."

Zeidan opened the door on the other side of the black car in the compound and stretched his arm as if he were a chauffeur. Lyne bit back a smile as she placed her hand in his and stepped into the vehicle. She was dressed in a blue T-shirt and jeans with boot heels. A typical dress of a city girl and a black leather jacket over the t-shirt. Her hair was brushed and a few strands were braided on each side of her face. She dotted her face with light makeup.

Zeidan walked into the driver's seat, also dressed the same way, except he wore an expensive...