That strikes a nerve. She gets up, the chain attached to her fetters clanking, and comes to the bars of the cage so he can see the depth of her rage. It does nothing to hide her beauty. “A friend, Kamali? I hardly know you. You’re a traitor. A murderer.” The words are meant to cut him, but he carries no shame for what he did. Regret that he had to do it but not shame. “I betrayed a man I feel is no longer worthy of my service. Nor yours for that matter. And Daudi and Neema would have killed me had I not struck first. We both know that.” “And they would have been right to do so! We had a
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