“Hazan?” Cyrus laughed again, his hand trembling almost imperceptibly as he wiped blood from his mouth. “Hazan? Of course not Hazan.” Cyrus locked eyes with Kamran and said, “Pay attention, King, for it seems even your friends have betrayed you.” Alizeh turned suddenly to face him—eyes wide with panic—and her obvious flush of guilt was all the evidence Kamran required. Just hours ago he would’ve sworn an oath that her desire for him was as palpable as the press of satin against his skin; he’d tasted the salt of her, had felt the exquisite shape of her body under his hands. Now he knew it had
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