He was speaking in Farsi, their local dialect and Tequila didn't understand anything he was saying. She didn't understand a word, but she could swear on her life that Uthman was cursing. He was speaking aggressively and looked really angry. Without saying a word to Tequila, he stood up from the bed and walked out of the room, leaving Tequila staring at him in shock.

"Great," she muttered to herself. "I'm left feeling like a fool once again... wouldn't be the first, second, or third time. Fuck me!" She slammed her fist on the bed. Then rolled to her side and remained in that position. "I know I haven't been...