Yrene’s throat tightened. “I know.” “And you,” Hafiza went on, taking her hand, “will not return with us.” Her eyes burned, but Yrene whispered, “No, I won’t.” Hafiza squeezed Yrene’s fingers, her hand warm. Strong as steel. “I shall have to find myself a new heir apparent, then.” “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Whatever for?” Hafiza chuckled. “You have found love, and happiness, Yrene. There is nothing more that I could ever wish for you.”
