Lyla

Ducking and weaving around corners to remain hidden was more annoying than I thought it would be.

With Salama guiding us through the palace, she was constantly grabbing my arm and yanking me into a dark room, the sounds of others passing by or even the remnants of someone moving down a corridor had us both spooked beyond belief.

I wasn’t sure as to why Salama’s parents wanted her back just as badly as they wanted Rashid, ...