Kálid ibn ar-Rasíd személy
“I didn’t like it when you called me your friend,” he said, a light in his amber eyes.
He raised both palms to either side of her face, angling her chin upward.
“Do you prefer ‘my king’ or ‘sayyidi’?” she choked in dry disgust.
He leaned forward, his brow almost brushing against hers.
“I prefer Khalid.”
“What are you doing to me, you plague of a girl?” he whispered.
“If I’m a plague, then you should keep your distance, unless you plan on being destroyed.” The weapons still in her grasp, she shoved against his chest.
“No.” His hands dropped to her waist. “Destroy me.”
The bow and arrow clattered to the ground as he brought his mouth to hers.
And there was no turning back.
She was drowning in sandalwood and sunlight. Time ceased to be more than a notion. Her lips were hers one moment. And then they were his. The taste of him on her tongue was like sun-warmed honey. Like cool water sliding down her parched throat. Like the promise of all her tomorrows in a single sigh. When she wound her fingers in his hair to draw her body against his, he stilled for breath, and she knew, as he knew, that they were lost. Lost forever.
In this kiss.
This kiss that would change everything.
“It’s late,” Khalid said. “You should sleep.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not doing anything.”
“Stop smiling and go to sleep.”
“How do you know I’m smiling? You’re not even looking at me.”
“I can feel you smiling, Shazi.”
– Egy rakás ripityára tört csont lett belőle. A férjednek nem erőssége a megbocsátás.
Csodálatos! Még egy figyelemre méltó tulajdonság.
189. oldal, Az árulás becsülete (Ventus Libro, 2016)
minden más színnél jobban kedvelem a kéket. Hajad orgonaillata valósággal őrületbe kerget. Utálom a fügét. Végezetül, sohasem fogom elfeledni a tegnap éjszaka emlékeit…
Mert az égvilágon semmi, sem a nap, sem az eső, még a legsötétebb égbolt legragyogóbb csillaga sem érhet fel a csodával, amit te jelentesz nekem.
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 Khalid’s thoughts.
He knew his place now. Better than anyone.
It was here. In his city. With his people.
And he would not rest until he made amends.