The Sultan's Lost Locket

Previously

…He cleared his throat, a sound that seemed impossibly loud in the sudden hush that fell between them as she turned. Her eyes, the color of dark almonds, widened slightly, a flicker of surprise giving way to a smile that reached them. “Ah, Malik! Back from your… errands?” she teased, using the name he had adopted. “Did you find the rare spices you were searching for?” Malik. The name felt like a costume he was shedding, a skin he was outgrowing. He took a step closer, the vibrant energy of the market suddenly fading into a soft focus, leaving only her