MEERHAN’S POV :
The leather of the steering wheel groaned under the pressure of my grip. I didn't like being driven; I preferred the control of the engine in my own hands, much like I preferred the control of everything else in my life. Outside the tinted windows of the SUV, the dusty landscape of our ancestral lands blurred into a streak of brown and grey, a kingdom I ruled with an iron fist.
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