Rashid

Anger radiated through me as I stared at the television screen, my and Lyla’s names plastered all over it.

How the hell Hafsa worked this quickly in getting a story out to all major news outlets was beyond me, especially when there were no public photos of Lyla and me out there.

Well… now there would be from the damn paparazzi camped outside of the shop.

I sighed and sunk down onto the couch next ...