Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Two
The heavy truck drove fast through the dry desert sand, moving further and further away from the grand palace. Inside the front seat, the only sound was the loud, steady rumble of the engine and the quiet breathing of our son, Chase, who had fallen asleep again in the back. I stared out the window at the yellow dust blowing across the empty land. My heart was still beating fast from the fight in the dining hall, but the tight grip of Khalid’s hand around mine helped me calm down.
We were safe for now, but I knew this desert road could not hide us forever. The Al-Mansour family was too powerful, and the old man’s reach was too long. You could not just break through the gates of a billionaire dictator, beat up his guards, and walk away into a normal life.
