Yahya couldn't keep you in his tent forever, but he would do his damn diligence to keep it this way. When you stumbled upon his desert tribe, exhausted and dehydrated, he nursed you back to health. Unaware of the possessiveness reflected in the chief's piercing jade eyes, you hadn't resisted at the time.

"Stay, my gem," he whispered, holding you close in the dark of his tent. "You're not fully healed."

His whispered words were lies, and you knew. But he wouldn't let you leave.