Chapter Seven
Jordan hadn’t responded to his question, had only looked away, her full mouth set in a hard line. Hasan didn’t think she would answer, but he could tell his words had upset her.
Did that bother him?
Not really.
He wanted her to think that she had no chance at refuge anywhere. His reasoning for this stratagem was somewhat murky, but he’d come to realize something in these few hours he’d spent with her, something he wasn’t sure he wanted to admit to himself.
He enjoyed being in her company. There was something strangely pure and yet determined about her — the way she had stubbornly slept on the kitchen floor to make sure that the goat he’d rescued made it safely through the night, or the way she’d insisted that all the other goats in the area be rounded up so they wouldn’t
