Midnight had taken refuge in the large barren oak tree and watched the scene unfold below her. Sitting still along the limb, anyone looking up would think she was part of the tree. Once she knew where Mandie was being taken, she sent the information to the girl’s parents through the contact information along with a message that while shaken and bruised, their daughter would be physically fine.
Her eyes followed the movements of the elegantly dressed man who had witnessed the scene from the balcony. She knew her reluctance to leave was a combination of curiosity about him and a duty to make sure that Mandie would be taken care of and not placed back into the hands of Hilde.
Sheikh Junayd Saif-Ad-Din had surprised her. His focus had been on the battered and shaken girl instead of the wealt
