Jakira’s fingernails dug deeper and Ammad fancied he could hear a pop when one pierced his skin. Blood dribbled down the back of his neck.
“You have no idea how to sweeten the people, how to make them love you,” Jakira said.
“Nope, I have no idea,” Ammad agreed and sweetly kissed Jakira on the cheek. “Will there be a feast at the palace when we arrive, Mama? I’m starving. And I want a wash and an oiling down. Being around so much street scum leaves a slimy film on the skin, can’t you feel it?”
Jakira shoved his neck before removing her hand. “Do exactly as I tell you, do you understand, flesh of my flesh?”
Ammad farted, much to Jakira’s disgust. Selmi held his forearm up to cover his nose. “Ahhhhh, that’s better,” Ammad said. “I’ve been holding that in for hours. Mama, I’m now the al
