“Nope. She was half American and half Arabian. She was here for an exchange program.”
“And your asshole David found her.” Carlos scrunched his nose with the mere thought of David’s attraction towards Inaya.
“Yeah. He saw her in a dance school in Brooklyn.”
“How do you know that much about her when you have already said that she was kept hidden.”
Carlos narrowed his eyes in order to find out the truth buried in his mind.
“She used to talk during her initial days with the maid who was appointed to take care of her. A little information from there I gathered and rest I grabbed by exploring myself.”
Anthony was about to turn around after this conversation when Carlos grabbed his shoulder to stop him. He felt himself in a daze to know about her. Her story or the journey to their dark worl
