“Stay close. It’s very much like a labyrinth. Each year it grows bigger, its corridors snaking about without rhyme or reason.” “And here I had every intention of leaving you behind to explore on my own,” he murmured. “Are you trying to be funny, sayyidi?” His brow furrowed. “You can’t use that word here, Shahrzad.” A fair point. Especially considering the riots against him in the city streets. “You’re right . . . Khalid.” He expelled a quick breath. “And what should I call you?” “Excuse me?” “What do your friends call you?” She hesitated. Why am I trying to protect a silly nickname Rahim gave
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