CHAPTER 27
BREATHE, CHESS. BREATHE. My pulse raced as I tried to reconcile what had just happened. I’d witnessed the ice queen order a man’s execution, cold as, well, ice. Who was Fadil al-Ghafar? If he was capable of escaping on a horse, he was unlikely to have been in the throes of Azrael. Why did they need to kill him? Couldn’t they have arrested him instead? Or immobilised him somehow?
The woman was evil. A class one, grade A b***h. How did she stay so calm? Was she a cyborg underneath that pristine veneer?
I heard my name being called and realised the president was speaking to me. Darn it, Chess, pull yourself together. Forget that a man just got murdered.
“Uh, could you repeat that, please?”
“I asked whether Azrael appears to be as contagious as Ebola. I know smallpox is more di
