Chapter Nineteen
They’d arrived so suddenly, Hasan didn’t have time to react. A muffled little cry from Jordan as the hulking Farid grasped her by the throat and pulled her away was Hasan’s only warning. That, and Danya appearing before him, wearing a languid, scornful smile.
“Let her go,” he rasped, and took a step forward.
Danya lifted her eyebrows and shot an uninterested glance at Jordan, whose eyes were wide with fear, pleading for him to rescue her. “Don’t be tedious, Hasan,” she said. “Really, I’m doing you a favor. What do you think would happen to your reputation if word got out that you were consorting with one of these creatures? You would never hear the end of it.”
“I am not ‘consorting,’” he spat. “Jordan is my Chosen now. You have no right to touch her.”
This revelation
