He watched as the hatred welled within El Aran like bubbling hot tar under the summer sun—the same sun that would promise her A’idah’s exile. It gave him great pleasure to see the half-breed squirm under the weight of his influence, and to hear her spit her agreement with his terms in between curses only added to his satisfaction.
Maslakhat tipped his nose toward her once again, affirming his understanding. They were useless threats she made, considering he wouldn’t dream of willingly getting close enough to one of her mutts for her to take issue with it—unless of course, that mutt was Yusuf.
“Then we have an accord,” he finished. He stepped back and twisted away from El Aran, keeping an eye fastened upon her from over his dappled shoulder, just in case she ventured to snap her teeth at him.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have much to accomplish.”
An understatement, but he felt certain in his abilities to satisfy her requirements, if such a thing were even absolutely necessary. The litany of cogs that made up his crafty mind began to turn and lock together like those of a magnificent timepiece. There would be much time to think before meeting with El Halin and Iftikhar, who he knew waited for him eagerly with news. Of course, he would supply them only with the information they needed to know. It would not be wise to reveal the deal he had struck up with the blind seer today, lest they grow suspicious, a condition Maslakhat knew Iftikhar already possessed.
“Güneşin batışına kadar, El Aran.”
MASLAKHAT
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