Lyla

A date.

Those words rang in my ears the entire way out of the palace. Javier led me around the back entrance Rashid and I had used all those nights ago to sneak around the palace and avoid prying eyes. He didn’t say anything about it when we passed by it, not even to glance over at the innocuous door to acknowledge it was even there in the first place.

Had Hafsa come around on her own, or had Rashid called ...