Chapitre 22: Chapter Twenty-Two

“Believe me when I say I have tried everything in my power to do just that. My efforts have been to no avail.” Rafiq could have sworn the almost imperceptible look of sadness flash in her eyes at his words, then again it could have been the figment of his imagination or possibly an act. He reminded himself to keep his guard up.

“Then why are you here if the matter is still the same?”

“Well,” he gave a brief pause, “I thought it might be of use for us to...talk about the future. Our future.” His lips curled slightly at the corners in a sly smile.

“I don’t understand.” Ziza sat up in her chair. Rafiq removed his sunglasses and hung them from the collar of his thobe.

“In about two months, you will be my wife amira.” He smirked at the way she flushed. He could only imagine the images that single term, or rather the way he had spoken it, had instilled in her mind.