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Chapter 36 - The Desert Game

作者: Lissy
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Tariq Al-Mansour’s POV

The heat was pressing. I’d dragged the thin American bookkeeper all the way out into the Egyptian desert.

Technically, he was an antiques and negotiation expert—but he still carried the non-existent charm of a bookworm.

A geek completely out of place beneath the scorching sun.

I had taken him out here for one reason—to see if there was anything in him worth keeping.

I wore a loose sandy-beige cotton shirt, half unbuttoned to vent the heat, and matching sirwal pants—practical, flexible. An olive-green turban shaded my head, the scarf around my neck ready in case of a sudden sandstorm. A black tactical vest sat over it all, and my boots kept the desert out.

My hand rested on the dagger at my belt, fingers tightening around the sheath.

My eyes darkened and narrowed as I scanned the horizon with endless dunes stretching before us. Wondering if Miles would take the bait… or flinch, disgusted…and turn against me.

Miles, my American companion, made
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