The little hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Her voice was lower than he expected and sounded close, right in his ear almost. She asked the bartender for a gin and tonic. Husani could imagine her making shapes with them like a belly dancer. Her hands looked smooth and soft as cream. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes met his as she slipped onto the stool. With all the empty chairs, she could easily have taken a seat by the window overlooking the fountains. She took a seat at the bar, just three down from Husani. Her glossy dark hair hung loose underneath, black as an Egyptian’s though her skin was fair. She wore embroidered slippers and silk trousers with a head wrap of the same material. It was something in the way she moved, gliding above the corner of his page like she was underwater and everyone else in dry air. Keep reading for a look inside Anastasia!Īll sorts of beautiful and stylish people frequented the Gezirah, yet this girl yanked his head around like she’d hooked a finger in his mouth and pulled.
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