“No!” I sobbed. “I can’t, Caleb. I won’t. Please, please don’t do this. Not for me.” “Caleb?” said Rafiq softly, his face twisting, and another torrent of clipped Arabic followed. Horrified, I realized what I’d done. “Master—I didn’t mean to!” I pleaded. “I know you’re my master. Please forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me.” I repeated the words as I rocked back and forth.
