CHAPTER THREE
The Strange QueenSabíana, the beautiful queen of that faraway kingdom that Khaidu had already forgotten the name of, paced back and forth in the small yurt. A caged animal in everything but appearance. Every three or four rounds, she stopped by the flap, seeming to assess the possibility of leaving the yurt and testing Khaidu’s binding.
Khaidu ignored her. She was too busy pushing her thumbs into the full muscle of her thighs. She couldn’t even feel the bone that usually jutted out through sickly-thin skin.
“Now that you know I am not just an eagle,” said Sabíana, “free me from that hold you placed on me!”
Khaidu shook her head, agog at the feel of her body, whole.
“I order you to release me!”
Khaidu laughed. “Command all you like. Won’t do you any good. I have no idea
