Chapter 21I have loved Thee with two loves, a selfish love and a love that is worthy (of Thee).
—Rabi’a al-Adawiyya, eighth-century Persian philosopher and mystic
7:20 p.m. GMT+1, May 9, 2022
Infirmary, MoxWorld EU Headquarters, Luxembourg
Pureness. The purity of silver. Swinging on a chain above his heart. Zara fixates on the former Father’s cross.
I know these Jesuits. All too well. The good and the bad. Which one is he? Need I ask? He’s with Sasha. And how did I let him talk me into this? But a milk run, he said as he kidn*pped me. And I have not slept in two days as I madly caught up with his newest land and avionics security systems.
Sitting diagonally from the good priest in the four-passenger section in Alexander’s custom armored security jet, Zara stares at the priest, confid
