Kinza did not plan on keeping to the agreement in the slightest. She clearly wasn’t going to muscle her way out of Zaid’s grip, but maybe she could sneak away somehow. She couldn’t lie to herself either. The things he said about the tribal mark and how he knew she had that tattoo had rattled her a little. Everything he had said prior to that could be explained away by drugs or psychosis, but that little bit of information had stuck with her. While looking for a way to escape, she could see if he truly knew anything about it in the meantime. He might as well be useful.
The sun was on its downward arc, and Kinza could tell it was close to rush hour based on the sound of the traffic coming from the highway. Her stomach grumbled, confirming the time. She hadn’t eaten since the night before, a
