THIRTY-SEVEN
In between bites of food and congratulations from what seemed like every man and woman in the camp at becoming their new sheikh, Anahita tried to ask him how he'd managed to break the curse. Philemon heard the question, she was certain of it, but he was too busy thanking someone to answer it right away.
And then another interruption, and another, until she wanted to scream, if her throat still wasn't raw from last night.
Finally, the tide of humanity seemed to decide to give them a moment alone.
"How did you break the curse?" she demanded.
He shrugged. "I wish I knew. Perhaps it was you. I do not remember the witch's exact words when she first cursed me, but she definitely mentioned a princess's bed, and something about dusk or maybe dawn. If we find her, perhaps we c
