Zaid just raised an eyebrow at him. “Glad to see you’re still alive, Haris. Let’s get out of here before we are thrown out. You can tell me about it in the car.”
Haris moved to exit the storage room and caught sight of Kinza. The grin came back, and in the light, she could see a spattering of bright freckles across his nose that made him look younger than she guessed he was. “Well, what have we here? Are we working in pairs now? I thought there weren’t enough of you for that?”
“I’m Kinza. Zaid kidn*pped me because he thought I was an ubir, but maybe not, and now there are assassins after me. Nice to meet you,” she said all in one breath. It was probably best to get all that out of the way before Zaid twisted the story in his favor.
Haris’s eyebrow went to his hairline and gave Zaid a lo
