“I’m sorry, but I’m now convinced I’ve earned the right to ask for a favor, Shahrzad.” “And why do you think that?” she said under her breath. “Because my silence has a price.” She blinked. “Excuse me?” He edged closer. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do to Khalid, but you are the first person to rattle him in years. And he needs to be rattled.” Shahrzad met his steady gaze, the arrow still pressed tight against her neck. “Is there a favor in there somewhere?” “Khalid is not my friend. He is not my enemy, either. He is my king. I remember the boy he was quite fondly . . . kind, with a
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