" "Yes." Her tone carried a hint of uncertainty along with the expected anxiety. Using a key he opened the locking buckles and removed the leather cuf...s fromher wrists. The moment he freed each hand she placed it as he had instructed.He left the cuffs on the rug behind her. They would be needed later. "Good. Now I want you to listen to me very carefully." He crouched down behindher and to one side. Softly he whispered in her ear as he put a hand on herback. "Imagine a large mirror is in front. Achi nahi?kya matalab?matalab chodo.. apko pata hai abhi rajul kaha hai..ji nahi pata… par bolkar gayi thi ki apni saheli ke ghar par ja rahi hai..acha mei bolu wo mere samne hai..to phir kyu phone kiya.ye batane ke liye ki appki beti kya kar rahi hai.kya kar rahi hai?.. use phone do.umm wo jokuch bhi kar rahi hai woo phone nahi le sakti.kyu?woo apne mouth se bol nahi sakti.bol nahi sakti matalab?uske muu mei bohot kuch haikya hai.. use phone doophone nahi de sakti bola na.. acha mei batau uske. "Yes, I'm okay," she said in a squeaky voice. "Just really, really full."He looked embarrassed for a second, then turned to Charlotte. She stood with her hands on her hips, a smile on her face. "Nice to meet you Captain," she said as she shook his hand.Christianson noted that Charlotte's hand was sticky. He shook it, and as he did he studied her briefly. Blonde, almost-white hair in two long pigtails framing a wide-eyed, heart-shaped face covered in freckles. A white t-shirt was tied into a. Nicola and her mother descended the steps and a tall muscular man bowed as he opened the car door.“Highnesses,” he said as he did so. When they got in there was another woman waiting in an abaya.“I bet you thought I wasn’t going to meet you,” came a familiar voice from behind the abaya.“Sharifa!” cried Nicola and hugged her friend tightly. Gwenllian was taken a little aback at her daughter’s reaction but said nothing.“Welcome to Kobekistan Mrs. Price,”“Thank you, your...”“Sharifa, please,”.