She had to stop Kamran. Much as she understood his pain, she couldn’t stand aside and let him kill Cyrus and implicate the others in his murder. But something was the matter with her—with her head, her lungs, her bones. She couldn’t understand why she was so tired or clumsy, and when she tried to move too fast, she swayed, as if the ground had surged beneath her. She felt the brace of Hazan’s arms come around her even as she wheeled away blindly. She had no plan; she only knew she had to go to him, get between them somehow— “Alizeh!” Her head shot up at the sound of Cyrus’s voice. He was still
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