chapter 14

A M A R A

ONE WEEK LATER

I was finally getting discharged from this hospital. Lucian had been acting different. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something weird going on with his moods.

I put on one of the casual outfits Sandra picked out for me and walked out to meet Lucian.

He was screaming at someone on the phone when I saw him.

"Well what's the language then? We need to decipher this bullshit." He was pacing in the hallway.

There was some mumbling over the line and Lucian spoke again, "Arabic? Why the fuck would they send us a language we wouldn't understand?" He turned his head and spotted me, "I need to go. We'll talk later."

Little fact about me, I'm half Arabic and half Italian. My mother was Arabic, and I carried most of her traits. It was ironic and seemed a little weird that whatever they were talking about related to that.

"I speak Arabic," I admitted.

He raised his eyebrows, "Perfect."

He lead me to the elevator. "Did you hit your head?" I asked him.