Lyla
As we stumbled into the palace, my heart jumped right out of my chest when we found Rashid's father waiting for us in the foyer, a stern look on his face.
Rashid quickly grabbed me by my arm and hauled me back behind him, shielding me—or his father, I couldn't exactly tell—from my incredibly revealing outfit.
An awkward silence reigned over the foyer, loud enough the only thing I could hear was all of our collective breathing.
Oh f**k, we were so screwed.
Rashid's father murmured something in Arabic, causing Rashid to tighten his grip on my arm and stiffen.
They exchanged a few words back and forth, a tight tension to their tones I didn't miss at all, even though I had no idea what they were saying. I breathed out slowly when Rashid's father retreated and headed down the opp
