Chapter 74 She Was On Fire

And later, after she’d whirled around and rushed off, he stared out at his city arrayed below him. The way he’d dreamed of doing these last two years. The dark came in at last, inky and thick, and he welcomed it.

He exulted in it.

For it was time to put the skills he’d taught himself at the Hermitage to good use at last. It was time to enact his vengeance.

But he found he stayed there on that terrace—thinking of her mouth beneath his and the memories he wished he really had blocked from his own head—for much longer than he should have. When there was the whole of the island to reacquaint himself with under cover of night.

No one would expect the King to tread in the places Omar Farouq intended to go in search of justice for his parents.

And that was precisely what he was counting on.

Ghosts or no ghosts.

AALIYAH STAGGERED OUT into the hallway and then tried to walk along it as if everything was fine. As if she was fine when she very much doubted that she would ever be anything like fi