A Thousand Glass Flowers cont’d… (7)
Chapter Seven
Lalita
Taut with expectation, Lalita hurried behind a persistently verbose Salah and the eunuchs. She ignored the beauty that surrounded her as her feet clacked on the tiles in hard-soled little slippers and her fingers clenched tight. Her throat choked and she wanted to scream at Salah to stop his inane chatter. The one saving grace was that the afrit was nowhere to be seen.