The Sultan's Lost Locket

Previously

…Ahmad’s gaze followed Hakim’s gesture to the dark doorway. A shiver, not entirely of cold, traced its way down his spine. He could feel the proximity of their quarry, the stolen locket, and the heart of the mystery. He glanced at Layla, her face illuminated by the dim light filtering through the doorway. Her expression was a mixture of apprehension and resolve, a reflection of his own. They were a team, he realized, two unlikely companions bound by a shared purpose, stepping further into the unknown, and with each step, the world beyond his palace walls, and the feelings within his heart, were becoming clearer.