The Sahara didn’t care about plans.Freya Langford learned that the hard way on the second day of her trek. The wind had shifted without warning, turning the dunes into a shifting maze. By late afternoon she was exhausted, sunburned, and quietly panicking. Her guide, however, seemed completely unbothered.Kael Rashid rode a few paces ahead on his camel, loose white robes fluttering in the hot wind. He was thirty-seven, quiet, and built like someone who had spent his entire life wrestling with the desert. Broad shoulders, strong hands, and a calm authority that made Freya both irritated and intrigued.She had hired him because he came highly recommended for serious trekkers, not luxury tourists. Now, watching the way he scanned the horizon, she was grateful for that choice , even if his silence sometimes felt like a challenge.“We’re close,” Kael said suddenly, his voice low and steady. “There’s a hidden oasis. We’ll camp there tonight.”Freya didn’t argue. Her thighs ached, her t
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