Chapter 50

Tariq Al-Farsi stood over the mangled remains of the woman who had once prided herself on being the jewel of the Sharif family. He gripped the hilt of his blade, the metal cold against his palm, and leaned into Nour's personal space. The scent of charred skin and copper hung heavy in the air of the villa. "Where is Azhar Al-Qamar Ala Al-Jabal?" Tariq roared. The sound vibrated through the room, shaking the glass fixtures. Nour's body convulsed on the floor. Her eyes, wide and bloodshot,...