Two Eyes Cenote [ap] Honey, we should run away, someday.

there was a woman's laughter in the corridor, a squeal! the vibration of khusobek's baritone, and then he had craned his head to peer into the room as footsteps continued further along the corridor.

"the party is just started, nazli!" he crowed, resonant in good food and a touch of the drink. only a taste; he would work till the sun rose. "why are you here?"