Alizeh scoffed at that, discreetly swapping her towel for the soft robe, which she tied, with angry motions, at her waist. “You remain complicit in my capture—and yet you expect me to trust that you have any idea of justice?” “You and I are both captive here,” Sarra said softly. “I only play my role differently than you.” “How can that be true?” “You seem to forget, darling, that Cyrus killed my husband.” At that, Alizeh went still.
