They could've been killed, or ransomed or raped, or both, and no one would've known. No one would've been able to save them.
The hair on the back of her neck stood up and Celine spun around, gripping the thick balcony behind her for support when she spied a woman dressed in a blue burka standing in the middle of her room. The woman didn't move, merely stood there, staring at her through the blue screen over her eyes. Celine felt the fear taking control - her heart sped up, her throat closed off - and she was helpless to stop it.
“Solana, what’re you doing in here?” Mr. Mankel came into the room and Celine’s knees wobbled in relief.
The woman said something to him that Celine couldn't hear and abruptly left the room. Mr. Mankel shook his head and came out onto the balcony to join Celine.
“I'm sorry, I'm afraid my daughter is very curious about our American guests.”
“You make your daughter wear that...that cage?”
“Only when we have company coming. I'm afraid local Muslims are very strict, and I cannot risk offense as this is my home.” He stepped up to the balustrade, leaned on his elbows and stared out onto the horizon.
“Why can’t I leave? Where is Caroline? Who are you?”
Mr. Mankel chuckled. “So full of questions.”
Celine opened her mouth to question him again, but he held up his hand and turned to her. “You can’t leave because I havea full staff of locals in the palace. I don’t want any of them to see or know about you just in case they have any ties to any part of your kidnapping. Caroline is down the hall being guarded full time by my personal bodyguards, as are you. I work in many ways for the U.S. government and it’s a role that is classified. You’ll have to take my word that I am working diligently to get you out of this country as soon as possible.”
His long, detailed answer took some of the wind out of her sails and left her grasping. “You live here full-time?”
“Unfortunately, yes, at least for now.”
Celine didn't have to imagine the regret in his voice. This place was wild and exotic, but at the same time backwards and deadly. “I can't imagine. What I wouldn't give for a pair of jeans and tennis shoes.”
Mankel's gaze raked her, a small smile in place. “You shunned the scarf I see.”
“No way am I ever wearing one of those. I respect the local custom, but don’t embrace it for myself.” Celine gave a polite shudder.
“It is that or death for them. I think you might feel differently if you lived here.” Mr. Mankel's response was as measured as his tailored suit.
“Don't you ever wear anything besides suits?”
The fine lines around his dark eyes crinkled with laughter. “That's one thing I miss about America, the bluntness. People aren't afraid to say what they think.”
Celine blushed, realizing she overstepped the boundaries.
“Don't be embarrassed, it's refreshing. I can only take so many servants bowing to me and catering to my every wish without getting sick to my stomach, you know? Besides, I know the local styles must be a shock, that’s why I had my servant purchase suitable western clothing for your trip home, I hope you like them.”
Mankel snapped his fingers and A’idah rushed in, eyesbowed, a golden foil-wrapped gift outstretched. Mankel took the box and the servant melted away. He then handed it to Celine.
She took it, gingerly at first. “For me?”
“Yes, of course. Go on, open it.”
She ripped into the wrapping with the enthusiasm of a toddler with her first Christmas present. Inside lay a pair of jeans, a loose flowing blouse made of exquisitely woven material and a deep blue silk nightgown. She blushed instantly, holding the intimate garment in front of Mr. Mankel, but clutched the clothes to her chest like a gem.
“I hope it’s suitable?” He asked hesitantly.
“Yes, it’s perfect.” She would slip into the gown as soon as he left. Her current attire already seemed to tighten and constrict.
“Perfect, my manservant will be pleased. Has A’idah said or done anything to offend you?” Mankel kept his voice soft and gentle, a strange sort of scary monotone.
Beneath Celine sensed a hidden darkness. “No, not in the least, she has been nothing but respectful and helpful. It's just that, after the past two weeks...”
“Yes, of course, there must be a stark difference in my home and that hovel where you were kept prisoner. I'm sorry if I've offended you.”
“No, please don't think that.” Celine blew out a sigh. “I don't think I said thank you for saving me and Caroline. When I think about what could've happened, what he could've done –”
