She was Honest. Without a hint of artifice, her blue eyes sparkling bright, her lips turned into a wide smile. Probably he had been too hard on her. Thoughts of that strucked him. Perhaps he had been wrong all this while.
Mahmud had believed her and he might be blind but he was nobody’s fool.
No. He shook his thoughts free of that uncomfortable thought as she stepped up onto the gangplank. She’d been caught in the act. He was a witness to that, not Mahmud. And he’d seen how attracted she was to Iran’s treasures. Been beautiful does not in any way guarantees innocence.
‘Where are we going next?’ she asked as he handed her off the boat, and onto the dock. ‘Or have you had enough of playing tour guide?’
Nabil could have shown her so many other places. The way the loose ends of her hai
