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A WEEK LATER
The desert air was so dry it was sucking the moisture from Daniel’s eyeballs. Every time he opened his mouth, he tasted sand, but he didn’t dare spit it out. He needed what moisture was left in his body.
Their investigation had led them to a small but luxurious palace in the desert outskirts of Dubai. The arid atmosphere didn’t seem to bother Serin at all, but her powers were bound to be affected.
This location made perfect sense. If Jordan wanted to hide from an all-powerful Water-wielding Elemental, where would the cowardly little traitor go? A seaside villa was out of the question. Just ask the Reaper how well that had turned out for him…
The palace had been built by a sheik in the sixties as a private retreat where he could indulge in his love of Western vices. He’
