Chapter 15

Tariq Al-Farsi's roar shattered the oppressive atmosphere of the Al-Waha Hotel ballroom, a sound so primal and laden with killing intent that it physically jarred every person in the hall. Zayd Sharif, standing over the broken form of Layla, flinched. The command hadn't just been heard; it had been felt in the marrow of his bones. He looked up, his eyes scanning the entrance. Tariq stood at the threshold, the black Qina' al-Ashbah mask concealing his face. Only his eyes were visible—two...