“Dammit!” We rushed toward the sound, and our eyes widened as we took in the scene.

The statue of the deity lay shattered on the floor.

“Who knocked it over?” a security guard demanded, his gaze sweeping suspiciously over us.

One of the women pointed accusingly at another. “Her!”

The middle-aged woman in the emerald green dress clutched her camera tightly, her eyes flashing with defiance.

I felt a jolt of recognition, it was the same woman who had slapped me on the plane.

“That woman…” I voiced low concern.

“What's wrong, sweetie? Do you know her?” she asked, following my gaze.

I didn’t answer her.

Instead, I took Rafayel’s...