The muscle in Tarek’s jaw throbbed as he made his way back to the ballroom. He had lost Coldhouse in the maze of corridors. When two of Kaffir’s henchmen suddenly blocked his path, Tarek was very tempted to take out his frustration on them. He was so tired of being surrounded by threats and refusing to fight for the sake of avoiding war.
He was warily eyeing the corridor behind them, assessing his options, when Midnight suddenly appeared beside him. She stepped between him and the men and straightened his bowtie like she did it every day.
“You already know this, but Kaffir’s up to something,” she murmured near his ear before turning to face the two men. “The Prince was kind enough to help me look for the bathrooms, but I swear I haven’t found anything resembling one in this mausoleum. Ca
