Claimed by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 6)
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“Three hundred fifty.”
Her head swam and she swayed on her feet. No. This couldn’t be happening. Her claircognizance should have warned her about this, but it never worked in her favor—just told her meaningless things about other people. A true curse.
“Done.” The male punched something into his wristband and a beep sounded on the director’s hand held communication device.
The director looked down at it and smiled. “When do you want her?”
The male gripped her upper arm. “I’ll take her now.” He bowed. “It was nice doing business with you.”
She swung around to meet him, terror screaming in her chest. “I can’t—wait—”
The male ignored her, pressing a device to the back of her neck.
She felt a sting before everything went black.