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secured the young servant girl and sent the wagon on its way. Then Khalid turned once more to his cousin. Jalal’s words continued to churn through his mind, endlessly cycling and spinning about.
    A storm. The like of which he had never before seen. The sort with the fury of the gods at its back.
    What kind of unspeakable malice had befallen Khalid’s beloved city?
    Despite all his previous disavowals—all his thoughts that this might be the work of Salim Ali el-Sharif—the answer to Khalid’s question took root, no longer the sinister echo of before.
    “And I shall take from you these lives, a thousandfold.”
    The fear he’d felt before was nothing now. Nothing compared to the horror of certainty.
    All this death. All this destruction.
    My fault.
    Khalid gripped his cousin’s shoulder, forcing him to meet his eyes. Behind his cousin’s sweaty, ash-laden face, Khalid caught sight of dawn lightening the edges of the eastern sky.
    “Where is Shahrzad, Jalal?”
    Jalal looked away once more. “I told you. She is safe.”
    “And that is—of course—the most important matter. But I want to know where she is.”
    At that, Jalal inhaled through his nose, his expression harrowed. Then he faced Khalid head on. “I sent her away.”
    “Where?” Khalid’s grip tightened.
    “You must understand—”
    “I said
where
!” Khalid’s voice carried into the changing light of the sky. His rage made the sound crack with the fierceness of a whip.
    “She left the city hours ago,” Jalal replied quietly. “Not long after the storm began.”
    “And you sent her alone?” Khalid could not maintain his preserve for much longer.
    “No.” This time, Jalal did not look away. “She is with Tariq Imran al-Ziyad.”
    The emotions that had coiled through Khalid’s chest thus far sprang free. He took hold of his cousin’s
qamis
in both fists. He wanted to scream in fury at Jalal. To swear and yell to all the heavens.
    Tariq Imran al-Ziyad? As Khalid had just learned from his inquiries along the border between Khorasan and Parthia, this was the boy responsible for the budding unrest. Responsible for organizing a force against Khalid.
    He would be damned a thousand times before he’d allow Shahrzad to fall into this traitorous boy’s care.
    His eyes blazing, Khalid spun on a heel. And strode back to his horse.
    He’d already taken hold of the reins when he heard Jalal at his back.
    “Khalid—”
    “Do not interfere. You sent Shahrzad away with a boy I would not trust with a dying snake. You have no idea—”
    “He loves her, Khalid-
jan
,” Jalal interrupted gently. “He will keep her safe. He promised me he would.”
    “And what gives you the right to—”
    “Look around you, Khalid Ibn al-Rashid. Look around you with the eyes of a man, not the heart of a boy.” It was spoken so softly. Not an admonition, but a plea. Jalal moved closer. “Is it not for the better?”
    Khalid’s rage peaked for an instant before it fell. His eyes roved across the sight of his broken palace.
    The sight of his shattered people.
    He did not move.
    What right had he to pursue the desires of his heart?
    His responsibilities were here. Khalid closed his eyes. His responsibilities had always been here.
    He did not deserve to hold anything he loved in his keep.
    Shahrzad was safer when she was not with him. Even if it meant she was with the son of Nasir al-Ziyad.
    His hands fell from his reins. With a nod, Jalal walked away. Walked back to where he was needed.
    Through the haze of thoughts, Khalid heard his cousin order Despina from the city. He heard his cousin demand that all remaining women and children leave until the fires were held at bay.
    The handmaiden’s voice rose above his cousin’s directives, bright and clear as a bell. “You will not tell me where to go or what to do, Captain al-Khoury. If there is anything this chaos has taught me, it is to know my place. Better than anyone.”
    Her words mirrored the storm of