“Do you—do you know if . . .” she tried. She gritted her teeth. “Is he coming?” she asked. The Rajput merely stared down at her, a lethal statue of muscle and menace. “Can you tell me where he is?” she demanded, the tenor of her voice clearly trying to compensate for her waning courage. At this, Shahrzad saw the tiniest flicker of a response in his dark-as-night gaze. Pity? He . . . pities me? She slammed the door shut and leaned against it, her chest starting to heave. No. She stifled a sob. Enough. That’s enough.
