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“Angel,” he breathed. “You saved me.”
“I killed you—”
“Thank you,” he said softly, his eyes closing. “Thank you.”

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“I’ve agreed to your terms only in the interest of retribution,” he said, struggling to breathe. “You’ve made a terrible mistake. You’ve never”—Iblees swallowed painfully—“you’ve never known life without my protection—and now, I promise you—you will never know peace—”
“I don’t need peace,” she said softly. “I want war.”

“I will dedicate my life to your eternal humiliation,” she said. “I will reshape the earth into a sight that will leave you sick with impotence. Your vile acolytes will never be safe so long as I reign.”

“So I will give you one opportunity,” she said thunderously. “You will make a deal with me, or you will remain in this purgatory for as long as I live.”

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“I am unworthy of your tears. I’ve failed my family, my people, and my very humanity. But there is no greater disgrace upon my soul”—he swallowed with difficulty, his eyes bright with heat—“than knowing that I have failed you.”

“I don’t like that he’s agreeing with me,” Kamran said, studying Cyrus. “I wish he wouldn’t. It’s starting to make me doubt myself.”

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“I will say this once, angel, for I feel you should be warned. No man alive has ever loved a woman the way that I love you, and I would rather die, damned as I am, than disgrace us both with the pitiful, unrequited performance of my heart.”

“Why not?” he echoed. “Alizeh, do you not see that I am only flesh and blood? That I am only weakness and weakness strung together with bone?”

“If you were truly my wife,” he said, “you would never need to say such a thing.”
“Cyrus—”
“Because if you were truly my wife, there would be no force on earth strong enough to keep me from you.”

“Would you ask me to debate myself?”

No, in fact, it’s precisely because I know he might make her happy that I’m able to hate him so completely. I’m not evolved enough to manage the disgraceful state of my heart. I’m so jealous I feel the pain in my fucking blood. I hate him not because he is unworthy—but because I am weak.”

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“You misunderstand me, Zahra. I don’t think him unworthy. The queen never would’ve favored him had he been unworthy; it is in fact a credit to his character that she esteems him, and if I believed for even a moment that he might bring her harm I would’ve killed him ages ago. (1/2)

“Cyrus stared at her with the fever of an addict.”

“His legs had carried him toward her without explicit instruction, yielding to her like the sun to the horizon. Now, he couldn’t seem to let go of her.”

“But I am not so simple and you are not so accomplished an actor. I know you are more than what you admit, even if you will die before you ever disclose the truth.”

“Do you need to take from me my dignity, my privacy, the very thoughts still forming in my head? Take my eyes. Take my hands. Take the breath from my body. Strip the skin from my bones. Were I able to offer you my soul I would; I’d tear it from my flesh this moment and give it to you—”

“I truly believe you act out of ignorance, for you are too tenderhearted to be so cruel—”

“He was beginning to lose his battle with anger; he was dangerously close to inviting despair.”

“No.”
Again, the simple answer unbalanced him.
“I am unreasonable,” she said. “I am selfish and unkind. I am more sorry than I can ever hope to say.” Here, her voice nearly broke. “And I would like you to turn around.”

“He didn’t know what to do with her. He didn’t know how to make her understand.
“Do you think it reasonable,” he said, struggling, “to barge into my closed rooms whenever you like, making demands of me as you see fit?”

“And if Cyrus was only a means to an end, did it follow, then, that Kamran was the end?”

“Alizeh.
Heaven help him. It was an exercise of strength simply to hold her name in his mind.”

“When he died, he’d take a part of her with him.
She wished he might take all of her.”

“He could not look at her; he could not look away from her. Her beauty was its own violence, assailing his worn defenses even as chains of pain released him at her approach. She was like a panacea for all that ailed him, a braid of light and fury, the cause and the cure. ”

“I can’t bear to look at her,” he breathed.
Hazan only stared at him. “I know.”
“I’m not strong enough to survive her—she doesn’t understand that I am mere flesh and blood—”

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“They asked, “Do you love her to death?” I said, “Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.”

“How shall a man escape from that which is written?
How shall he flee from his destiny?”

“Do a good deed and throw it in the river. One day it will come back to you in the desert.
—Saadi Shirazi
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