“Did you get my text while you were in Paris?” Adam nodded. He’d saved it on their sat phone, even though that was so many different kinds of dangerous. Too many to count, in fact. But, he reread it six times a day, until his heart bled. ‘As always, I will endlessly pray until I hear your voice again and I know you are safe. May Allah watch over you, azizy.’ Azizy. My darling. He’d rubbed his thumb over the sat phone screen, as if the word weren’t really there, as if he was just making it up in his desperate mind. Faisal’s gaze seared his soul. “Samaya…” Naked yearning poured from him. His
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