‘A good friend would leave him the hell alone, right now,’ she said. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ She fixed me with that look: hunger burning in a tiger’s eyes, staring at prey. I loved it. ‘He’s happy,’ she said quietly. ‘And?’ She glanced at Abdullah, who’d come up to stand beside me. ‘Happy’s hard to find,’ she said at last. ‘I’ve got absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.’
