Ziya’s explanation barely registered in Junayd’s mind. There was something about weapons and killing Yahya. The rest was a blur.
“That will be all,” he said, dismissing the two guards.
He wanted them gone so he could remove the scarf. The moment they were alone, he reached up and gently removed the silky cloth, unveiling her face to him. He caressed the scar along her cheek, following it with his lips. Her shuddering breath told him that she was not immune to his touch.
“Junayd,” she breathed.
“You vanished behind a stone wall,” he growled against her flushed cheek.
She jerked when he nipped her ear in reprisal for her disappearance. “You had me tracked,” she accused.
“You went over the side of a building after suffering a gunshot wound. Have you even had a doctor or Harry take a loo
