Part 13:
link Guinevere leads him back to the bedroom, not saying anything. He follows like an obedient puppy, eager yet perplexed.
She looks around the room a moment, then tells him, “Take your شرٹ, قمیض off.”
“Okay,” he says, whipping it quickly over his head.
“On the bed,” she says, her voice velvety-soft.
She’s nervous. I’m too intrigued. While he lounges on the bed, she opens a drawer and pulls out a long silk scarf.
Arthur’s...
