Fortune Favors the Cursed
the-reticent-seer
diverselit
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An orphan girl with questionable morals. A scarred prince with two lives. One relic to change their world.
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Badriya As-Sahra is sick of piling up camel dung and ...Chapter 8
Ayaz knew he should do something to stop his ally from killing the woman who had all the answers. She was quick to attack Tehzib even by his own standards, and he couldn't help admiring the fierce look that painted her face as she pointed the blade at Tehzib.
And here I thought I had a bad temper.
Tehzib spat at Badriya's face. "Go on. Kill me! You might as well get rid of my miserable existence swiftly."
With a growl, Badriya inched her knife further, a drop of blood rolling down Tehzib's throat.
Ayaz took a step forward, his arm reaching for her shoulder. "Badriya, stop."
"No!" she said under gritted teeth. "I won't stand by while she tells me that I've wasted my money and time when I could've just gotten answers from her damn father!"
Tehzib made a suppressed noise, something between a sputter and a laugh. "I can't believe he fooled you this far. That makes the two of us, bint."
"Shut your trap!" Badriya seethed. "I will not hear a word from you that has nothing to do with the Jewel."
"F-fine!" Tehzib choked out. "I'll tell you everything I know. Just. . . just get that cursed knife away from me."
Drawing a long, deep breath, Badriya pushed herself up, distancing herself from Tehzib as much as she could inside the small tent. Ayaz lent a hand to the poor woman, who took it gladly as she pressed the tiny cut on her neck using a part of her sleeve.
"Cursed crescent, seeing it wherever I go," Tehzib grumbled, dusting her dress using her free hand. She then turned to Ayaz. "If you were to leave without an answer from me, where would you have gone next?"
"Why are you—"
"To Khuraif," Ayaz answered before Badriya could finish her threat. "At least, that's where I'm going."
Tehzib raised a brow, but didn't press further. "Well, you are on the right path. Now I'm wondering why you even came here."
"Really? The Jewel is in Khuraif?" Badriya said.
"It's farther down," Tehzib said, still looking at Ayaz. "It's hidden in a cave deep in the mountains where they meet the sea."
And where two enemy nations lie, Ayaz wanted to add. He knew of the possibility that the Jewel could be outside Zecaj, but for it to end up just by the border?
Mustaheel. Going there was a death sentence. Even if the past rulers of Zecaj and Khadys agreed to leave a small portion of their territory as neutral grounds for the two, skirmishes and secret battles still occurred every now and then. Someone from Khadys could kill a Zecajian walking by the border, but as long as his feet were in no man's land, the killer was immune from the laws of both countries. While that meant he could walk free, someone else could step in and kill him as well and none would be the wiser.
"And where exactly is the Jewel hidden?" Ayaz asked.
Tehzib shrugged. "It's been decades, and the last person to see the almas was my father's father—or was it his father before him? The point is, I have never seen the Jewel in person, but the Jewel's cave should have a mark etched on its entrance."
"'Should have'?" Badriya grumbled.
"Mustafa's the one who told me about it." Tehzib looked unimpressed by her own words. "It may or may not be true, but I have spilled enough secrets that will last a lifetime. I will spill not a drop more, and so you'll have to figure out the rest for yourselves."
Badriya rolled her eyes, then started to head out. "Fine, then. We'll take our leave."
"Stay for the night," Tehzib said. "The fact that you have threatened me in my own abode doesn't change the fact that you are still my guests. You can have this tent for you to rest, but I want you both to leave before sunrise. I don't want my husband to see that you are still here when he wakes up."