Chapter 49

Jamal Sharif wiped the cold moisture from his forehead, his palm coming away slick. The air conditioning in the Al-Buraq City showroom was humming at a crisp temperature, yet his shirt was beginning to cling to his shoulder blades. He looked at Rana Sharif, who was watching him with a furrowed brow, her expression a mix of confusion and mild disgust. "The weather's a bit hot, a bit hot..." Jamal stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Rana...