Chapter 6
Yashiv passed through the narrow hallway, a tray of food clutched in his hands. Outside Master’s door, Rafiq stood guard. The stalky leader of the clan’s army gave a toothy grin as Yashiv approached.
“I see you’ve come back to reclaim your territory, pup,” Rafiq said, his eyes crinkling with amusement.
“I was only following Master’s orders, and you know it.” He held the tray up to Rafiq. “I brought you some akara, stuffed with sweet peppers. But perhaps I’ll eat it myself.”
Rafiq snatched at the tray, grabbing a basket full of the fried akara. He popped one into his mouth, his eyes closing in pleasure. “They’re best when they’re hot.”
“I know,” Yashiv answered. “And there’s an omelet started for you in the kitchen. It should be ready when you get there.”
Rafiq barked a laug
