"It is not my place to divulge another's secrets." With an unbreachable finality to his voice, Vikram turned and began moving forward again, even deeper beneath the sandstone palace. Shahrzad had to quicken her pace to match his lengthy strides. For a time, she felt like a flea chasing after an elephant.

The walls around them continued to close in tight, the ceiling becoming rounded, less stone and more earth. As the silence passed, Shahrzad found herself considering Vikram's words.

Considering the whole of Despina's betrayal.

"She could have told Khalid everything," Shahrzad repeated, though with decidedly less vehemence. "He would have believed her in time. After all, you believed her."

"He would not have believed her in time." His words boomed through the semidarkness. "And he would never have trusted her. Even I took some . . . convincing." Vikram glanced over his shoulder. "And I swore if I caught her lying, I would slit her throat."

"I still may," Shahrzad retorted under her breath before nearly slamming into his broad back.

"Then I offer you that chance." With that, he threw open the ancient, creaking door before him, leading into a passage of sewers. The warm stench clogged Shahrzad's nostrils, curling in her throat and causing her to gag.

As did the sight of Despina waiting in the shadows.

Again, Shahrzad was possessed by the sudden urge to attack her.

The former handmaiden-now princess-stood wrapped in a dark cloak, with a crooked smile aimed Shahrzad's way. "You look awful." She leaned in close. "And you smell even worse."

"And you can go straight to hell."

Her smile widened. "As long as you'll be there, I think I might like it."

Shahrzad resisted the urge to scream. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Despina el-Sharif. First you are one thing, then you are another. At this point, my neck hurts from spinning about so fast. Just tell me this: Why have you been lying to me this entire time?"

Despina shrugged. "I was born to lie, Shahrzad. I ask you, how does one recover from such an inclination?"

"The same way one chooses to serve such a despicable father," Shahrzad replied sardonically.

"I suppose you would want to know about that." Despina cast her a thin smile. "Would you mind walking as we talk?"

Shahrzad crossed her arms and remained still.

I will go nowhere with her. Not until she convinces me otherwise.

"I can see these few weeks apart have not weathered your obstinance. Pity." Despina smirked. "Very well, then. I knew this had to happen eventually." She leaned back on a heel, her hands predictably akimbo. "On her deathbed, my mother confessed my father's identity. She presented me with a scroll as proof and told me to go to him, for she hoped he might care for me, now that I had no one left."

Though Despina spoke flippantly, a flash of pain-a glimmer of truth-rippled across her eyes. Despite the abhorrent smells and the sounds of dripping sludge around them, Shahrzad strove to maintain a posture of unmoved silence.

Despina continued. "After my mother's death, I journeyed from Cadmeia to Amardha, begging, bartering, and stealing my way there. When I arrived at the palace gates, the guards tried to toss me into the gutter. I was a skinny, scrawny, eleven-year-old girl. Eventually I found a sympathetic soldier willing to hear my plea. I presented him with the scroll bearing my father's seal. He disappeared within the palace and returned hours later."

"Forgive the slight," Shahrzad interrupted with a frown, "but I can't imagine Salim Ali el-Sharif putting a hand of welcome out to you. Especially after having neglected you for much of your life."

Vikram cleared his throat with a cough.

Though it had taken on a thoughtful bent, Despina held fast to her smirk. "You have to understand. When you've spent most of your childhood not knowing your father, only to discover him to be a charming, handsome king with wealth beyond your wildest dreams, there is little you would not do to win his affection." She lingered in a remembrance colored by anger. "He promised he would claim me as his own if I would help him learn the secrets of Rey's court. First it was to help Yasmine secure a husband. Then it was to usurp Khalid Ibn al-Rashid's throne. He found a slaver who would buy me and bring me to the palace in Rey, where I first started cleaning the queen's chambers. After Khalid Ibn al-Rashid became caliph, he freed me and offered me a position as a handmaiden. I rose in the ranks soon after. The rest you can surmise."

That Shahrzad certainly could. Despina had done her duty well.

Had served her father's purpose well.

"It's all a grand story," Shahrzad said, sidestepping a new trickle of questionable liquid. "But I still don't trust you."

"Fine." Despina sighed loudly, her frustrations coming to heel. "Then trust in this, Shahrzad al-Khayzuran: I would rather be a handmaiden in Rey than a princess of Parthia. As a handmaiden in Rey, I always knew who I was. I had pride in myself. In Parthia, I was denied my place time and again. Denied and denounced by my own father. In fact, if I had my way, no one would know of my lineage. All I want in life is to raise my child in the city I've come to love as my own. With the people I've come to love as my own. With the family I've come to love as my own." Her eyes flashed with an undeniable fervency.

Shahrzad swallowed. Then looked away.

With an exasperated huff, Despina moved closer. She hesitated only an instant before reaching for Shahrzad's hand. "The only family I know is the one I have in Rey. The friends I have. The love I have." Her voice grew soft. "They are without equal."

How well Shahrzad knew this. How well she had seen it. The wild look in Jalal's eyes the night of the storm. The warmth in Despina's now.

"Then why did you come back at all?"

"To preserve our family." Despina squeezed her hand. "No matter the cost."

Though a part of Shahrzad wanted to throw off Despina's touch-to deny the touch of a girl tied in any way to Salim Ali el-Sharif-Shahrzad did not.

For it was the touch of a friend. Beneath it lay the strength of family.

"You deliberately provoked me at dinner, did you not?" Shahrzad asked quietly.

Despina tilted her head in rueful fashion. "Well, I did have to get you down into the palace prison somehow."

"Somehow." Shahrzad sniffed.

"I knew you had a wretched temper and a deeply loyal disposition. The rest was only a matter of time."

Shahrzad paused in contemplation. "What you did was dangerous."

"Trust that I put the fear of the gods into the soldiers when it came to your husband." Despina snickered. "It's true not all of them believed it, but that did not stop me. Oh, the stories I told . . ."

"I meant for you."

Despina blinked. Her features softened. "Of course you did."

"What of Salim?" Shahrzad asked in an even quieter tone. "He will know what you have done."

"He will not realize it for a few days at least. He sent both Yasmine and me from Amardha earlier this afternoon in anticipation of what might occur."

"What do you mean?"

Despina smiled broadly. "Ah, I nearly forgot! The Caliph of Khorasan has brought quite an army to the city gates."

Shahrzad gripped Despina's hand tight. "Khalid is here?"

"That's what I've been wanting to tell you from the beginning." She rolled her eyes. "I planned on taking you to him, Brat Calipha. That is if you'll permit me. Finally."

Another grunt from Vikram. One Shahrzad knew was meant to indicate agreement.

"Fine." Shahrzad pushed off Despina's hand. "What is your plan?"

"We make our way through the lovely sewers. These particular drains lead to a part of the city near the bazaar. I've paid men a great deal of money to wait for us there with horses."

Shahrzad nodded. "The only thing left to accomplish is finding my sister."

"Your sister?" Despina's perfect eyebrows gathered at the bridge of her nose.

"My younger sister, Irsa, was brought to the palace as well."

Despina's confusion intensified. "No. I would have heard as much. No one was brought to Amardha, save for you and your father."

Shahrzad paused in thought. Paused to remember how her father would not meet her gaze whenever she asked after her sister. Paused to recall his guilt.

Is that why no one would tell me anything about Irsa?

"Are you quite certain of this?" she said.

"Quite." Despina nodded. "For she would have been present at dinner. My father would have made sure of it. He enjoys toying with his prey."

Shahrzad spent another moment searching Despina's face for signs of artifice. Though she found none, she could not permit herself to feel at ease with this revelation. Not after so many lies.

After so many betrayals.

She looked from Despina to Vikram and back again.

Khalid had trusted them. And Khalid trusted no one.

If I intend to escape, I will need to put my faith in someone.

"If you are lying to me about Irsa's whereabouts, I will personally bring about your demise," Shahrzad said in a dangerously quiet voice.

"I expect nothing less, Brat Calipha." Despina grinned.

She let her shoulders relax. "Lead the way, Princess of Parthia."

"Call me that again and face my wrath." Despina hurled a cloak at Shahrzad.

Once Shahrzad had covered herself with the cloak, the trio moved deeper into the city sewers, Vikram leading the way. He prowled beneath the dripping stone channels with his body hunched forward, hands braced against the walls. Try as she might, it soon became impossible for Shahrzad to ignore the many-legged creatures scuttling through the darkness. A chill ran down her spine as one darted across her fingers.

They continued down the filthy conduit, skirting the edge of the flowing sludge. Shahrzad stumbled over crooked stones and misaligned pavers. Several times she heard the distinct squeal of rats. The cacophony of dripping water and echoing footfalls-in tandem with the waning of the torch fire in Vikram's hand-only heightened Shahrzad's distress.

When they reached the end of the passageway, they found a rusted metal grate sealed across the entrance. Vikram put out his torch and pushed open the creaking grate, his enormous muscles bulging beneath his stained qamis.

The trio alighted onto a deserted alleyway in the center of Amardha. Several streets over, the noise of late-night revelry tolled into the heavy summer air. A chorus of drunken merriment, tempered by riotous discord. Despina ignored the celebration and moved through the shadows at a sure-footed pace.

They passed by several backstreets close to the bazaar. Shahrzad followed Vikram and Despina toward a copse of lemon trees, their citrus scent wafting on the wind.

As they approached, Despina slowed. Then stopped.

"What is it?" Shahrzad asked in a whisper.

"They're not here," she replied.

Vikram halted in his tracks.

"What?" Shahrzad said.

"The men. Or the horses." Despina pulled her close, then swiveled to backtrack, tucking Shahrzad beneath an arm.

This close, Shahrzad could feel the rapid beat of Despina's pulse. The stutter of her breath. Though her former handmaiden's fear was becoming palpable, Shahrzad chose to remain silent, knowing words would not help matters at all.

Vikram stayed to the shadows, a dagger tucked inside his forearm.

After pausing midstep, Despina angled toward the revelry within the bazaar.

At their sudden change in direction, Shahrzad couldn't help herself. "Despina, why are we walking toward everyone?"

"The fools are already celebrating tomorrow's victory," Despina said under her breath. "If someone discovered our plans and is intending to catch us, it will be easier for us to disappear in a crowd."

The cheering before them grew louder as they crossed another dirt thoroughfare. Stragglers entering the main stretch of the bazaar pushed past them, while those who had long since had their fill lurched by. The scent of scorched oil suffused the air, thick and enduring.

"You! You there!" A drunken voice called to Despina's right.

Despina's hold on Shahrzad tightened. "Keep walking."

"You!" A group of bawdy young men stumbled into their path. One smiling boy slung an arm about Despina, knocking back her cowl in the process. "Come, have a drink with us!"

Shahrzad looked about in a panic. Vikram had vanished.

If we draw unwanted attention . . .

The boy's voice grew louder. "I said-"

"There you are!" A burst of feminine laughter filled the air behind them. "I've been waiting for you all night."

A soft hand brushed past Shahrzad to pull Despina free of the boy's embrace. Free of his protests. Though the girl was wrapped in a cloak of the finest silk, Shahrzad would recognize that hair anywhere.

Yasmine.

UNWANTED ARRIVALS.

YASMINE GESTURED TOWARD THE GROVE OF LEMON trees behind them, her hand firmly wrapped around Despina's wrist.

In response, Shahrzad took hold of Yasmine's arm, her threat clear.

"Remain calm, my lady," Yasmine said softly. She let her gaze drift past them.

To where three armed men stood. Watching.