“Of all the people Nyx expected to be waiting for her back at the hotel, Khos Khadija wasn’t one of them. He sat at a sen-stained table near the opaqued window, playing cards with Suha. A ring of lethargic locusts sat at the center of the table. The smell of curried dog wafted up from the room below them. Nyx heard soft, shushing voices speaking muted Ras Tiegan next door. “Watch out for him,” Nyx said as she walked in. “He cheated me out of a basket of scarab beetles the first time we met.” “H...e says you met in a brothel,” Suha said. “Where’s Eshe?” The radio was on, spewing bubbly Tirhani voices and the green, misty images of some daytime romance. Both beds were unmade. The privy was ensuite, but the door was open, and the little closet-sized room was dark. “He’s hot on some girl at the gym,” Suha said. “Better be a useful girl.” “Maybe so. He said he met some other Nasheenian women—boxers—at another gym. Told him to get in some bag time and find out the names.” “I wish you’d told me more about the note,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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