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Ibin held her hand and they jogged through the city. He effortlessly sidestepped people but Jakira stumbled and bumped into those he avoided. No one bothered them. Ibin was dangerous, determined, with knives strapped to his waist, teeth gritted and hands clenched into fists.
“I’ve been scouting out the villa for days. Watching who comes in and out, trying to find a way in to speak to you. I found that alley and watched as Big Bulai came and went. I was planning to break in tonight and find you, but then out you came. I wasn’t sure it was you until you spoke to that melon woman, asking the way to the Hand of God. Ha!”
“I didn’t think you were coming back.”
“It took me a long time to find the Khumarah clan leader and convince him to trust me. He saw my use as a trained fighter and I
