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Chapter Thirty-Four
"Have you lost your flesh?"
Ishaq looked up to see the leering face of Zuberi close by. He jolted and hurriedly turned back to scrubbing the floor with more zeal than before.
"I'm not sure I understand." Ishaq dashed the brushed down, spraying cloudy water across the tiles. "I've had no reason to, surely. My nerve has not been tested enough to be lost."
Zuberi circled him with the same self-satisfied and condescending manner. "You seemed highly disconcerted yesterday, when I saw you fleeing back to your quarters. What's wrong? Have the hounds gotten to you? They are rather a challenge from what I understand."
"No," Ishaq gathered up the bucket, his face reddening at the memory of the day prior, still able to feel the powerful closeness, the warmth and intimacy. The mere thought ignited a need that boiled painfully deep inside. "I was flustered as I'd had a lot to do. It was my own folly; I'd left thi
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