Kamran’s expression was grave. “Hazan,” he said. “I need to know what you did for her.” “Why?” Hazan laughed bitterly. “Lost her again, have you?” “Yes.” Hazan looked up at that, a ghost of a real smile grazing his lips. “Then you’ve delivered me joyous news indeed. I’m quite ready to hang now, for I may die peacefully knowing she’s escaped.”
