Tears glittered in her eyes. “They’re my family, Paige. They’re all I have left.”
What the hell could she say? She knew exactly how she felt. After the death of her uncle when she was still a teenager she only had her parents and Khalid left, and she’d always been aware of the crosshairs Azir Mustafa kept the family under.
She’d always been aware that any time, she could either be dead, or alone.
As her lips parted to attempt to comfort the other girl, the sound of a heavy knock on the door sliced through the room, causing both women to jump, and Chalah’s eyes to flash with fear.
A fear far stronger than she should have felt.
“Chalah, it’s time to go.” Jafar’s voice was far cold than it had been earlier.
Paige swung her gaze around to the girl, and watched in fury as a tear slipped from the corner of her eye. Slowly, she lifted her hand to the medallion on the necklace she wore, turned it around, and showed Paige the device on the back of it.
She’d seen enough television programs and read enough adventure-romance novels to know exactly what it was. An electronic listening device. And Chalah had waited until the last minute to show it to her.
Paige straightened slowly, her arms dropping to her sides as she flashed Chalah a look of promised retribution. One way, some way, she would repay her for this.
Go home! she mouthed. Now!
Because if she ever saw the younger girl again then she would ensure Chalah knew exactly how completely severed their friendship was.
Jerking the scarf around her head, neck, and finally tucking it around her face until nothing but her eyes showed, she moved with jerky fury to the door and wrenched it open.
Chalah had only just managed to pull the abaya back on and secure the mesh over her eyes when Paige found herself facing the stone-hard, pale-eyed monster that watched her with calculating eyes.
She didn’t dare speak. There were rules and punishments, consequences and dangers to uttering even one of the curses tearing through her brain now.
Hatred welled inside her, blistering hot and searing her from the inside out.
What had Jafar hoped to gain by using his sister this way?
She stood back and turned slowly to stare at Chalah.
“Good-bye,” she stated with a withering stare. A ring of finality clearly echoed as she refused to say anything more.
She wouldn’t endanger the younger girl, but if Chalah dared to return then the rules would change.
“Good-bye, Paige,” Chalah said softly, miserably. Before Paige could avoid her, the other girl wrapped her arms around her in a tight, desperate hug. She whispered, “I swear, I’m good.”
Paige stepped back slowly, deliberately pushing her away as her gaze moved to Jafar once again. He had forced Chalah, there was no doubt, but she had still betrayed Paige, Abram, and Tariq. She should have shown her the device before they ever spoke.
“Tell Abram when he returns that it would not be advisable to leave at night any longer, for either him or Tariq,” he warned evenly, his pale green eyes like glass, cold and unemotional as his gaze flicked over her. “Or, Ms. Galbraithe, for you.”
He reached past her, gripped Chalah’s upper arm, and all but jerked her from the room.
He hadn’t gotten what he wanted, and now his sister would pay for it, and Chalah knew it.
Her head was down, her shoulders shuddering as silent sobs shook her beneath the heavy shroud.
Paige prayed that the beating she knew Chalah would take for failure was the only punishment she would receive before Jafar allowed her to return to America, and to school.
Chalah had one dream, to be a pediatrician in America. But Paige doubted Jafar would allow her to keep it for long.
Pulling his sister after him, Jafar turned and strode away, his long-legged stride causing Chalah to struggle to keep up with him as they moved around the bend of the hall and disappeared from view.
Paige closed and locked the door carefully before leaning against it and letting a silent sob ripple through her own body. How close she had come to trusting the other girl and attempting to ease the pain she had felt in her. How close she had come to destroying herself, Tariq, and worst of all, Abram.
“The listening device didn’t work, Paige.”