“You would really fight me?” Kamran said, regaining a shade of his earlier temper. “If I challenged you now—you’d be willing to die for him?” “For her,” Hazan corrected. “Without hesitation. Though you flatter yourself if you think you could best me in a fight. You’ve never truly known me, Kamran, and I’d hate for you to make my acquaintance only as you draw your final breath.”
