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“Malik Al-Atassi.”
Her eyes flew wide open.Malik?A conflicting mass of emotions detonated in her heart at the familiar, silky sound of his thickly accented voice.
“Marhava?”
The impatient way in which he said ‘hello’ had Kyria plunging back to reality. She thought of saying something, but all the words that rushed to her head were impossible for her to say.
I miss you. Did you miss me? I’m lonely without you. Are you lonely without me?
“Marhava?”
The coldly impatient tone made Kyria jump, and before she could consider what she was doing...
Click.
She had already done it.
Kyria stared at her phone in complete agony.
She had hung up on Malik like a kid.
Her shoulders slumped, and she slowly and deliberately banged her forehead against her desk.
Hail Kyria the idiot.
The thought of what she had done plagued her for the rest of the day and had Kyria tossing and turning for hours. By the time she woke up, her head was pounding, and it felt like she hadn’t slept at all. She trudged to the shower and as she shampooed her hair, she gradually convinced herself that she was overthinking things.
That call was nothing, and in the event that Malik had found out via caller ID that Kyria was the one who had called, well, she was sure he’d have thought nothing of it either. Or so she convinced herself, which was something she had gotten rather good at in the past two years.
Nothing, nothing, nothing,Kyria repeated to herself as she rubbed herself dry with a towel.
Nothing, nothing, nothing,Kyria mentally chanted as she brushed her teeth.
Nothing,Kyria anxiously told herself as she stared at her too-pale face in the mirror.
Nothing, nothing, nothing!
She grabbed her bag from her bedside table and hurried towards the door.
Nothing, nothing, nothing!
She threw the door open.
A tall, handsome dark-haired man stared at her, his lithe, powerful form covered in a long flowing white thobe.
Oh, Servant of God, she had reached her limit, hadn’t she? She was seeing things now, the Fates punishing her with hallucinations for the sheer immorality of her thoughts.
Made-up Malik gave her a brief, polite smile, but Kyria only scowled. Oh, you are so not going to fool me, you imaginary sheikh—-
“Kyria?”
Her eyes widened.
It...spoke.
It...was real?
“Malik?” she whispered.
