Chapter Ten
Of all the misbegotten timing….
Now that he was sure Jordan stood steady on her feet, he let go of her arm. A few yards away, Danya regarded the two of them, a smirk on her full mouth. Not smiling at all was her companion, whom Hasan vaguely recognized. Farid, that was his name, although Hasan could not recall his clan designation. He supposed it didn’t matter.
Once again Danya’s gaze flickered toward Jordan before returning to Hasan. “I see you’ve found something to occupy yourself in your solitude, Hasan al-Abyad.”
“How I occupy myself is no concern of yours.” Perhaps he could have found a way to be more politic in his reply, but truly, the djinn woman’s uninvited presence set his teeth on edge. And for her to have appeared just as he was locked in such a compromising pos
