Chapter 29
I pull back from the black-gloved hand which grips my forearm, my heart pounding.
"This is my sister-wife," the burqa-clad woman says. "Could you please let her come inside?"
The guard eyes me with bored disinterest. He keeps scanning the crowd, no doubt looking for somebody more spectacular than me.
"Next time," her murmurs, "keep up with your escort so they don't get you."
He tilts his head towards the al-Khansaa brigade who are pouring through the crowd, no doubt searching for me."
I step underneath the rope. The woman pulls me into a circle with two other women and seven children. They're anonymous black blobs, but the white-blonde infant she carries can only belong to one man.
"Rasha?" I whisper.
"I've been looking for you," she says.
"What are you doing here?"
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