Chapter 38

Tariq Al-Khoury descended the stairs with a quiet, measured pace, his expression unreadable. The moment he appeared in the living room, Yasmin's posture stiffened as if an electric current had surged through her chair. Since the night at the Desert Oasis Lounge, she had avoided the Mansour residence like it was a plague site, only venturing over today after hearing whispers that Tariq had been absent for several days. Seeing him now, her face drained of color. She leaned toward Layla, her...