— What are you up to, son? — Zeinab pressed her palm to her chest.
— I’ve decided to get married, Mom. And there’s nothing to argue about, — Mansur said coldly.
— With this Rose? Have mercy—she’s a witch!
— Vai-vai, — Aunt Narmín breathed out anxiously.
— Tomorrow you’ll go to ask for her hand, — Mansur continued. — This time she’ll take my ring.
— Again with the matchmakers? After the disgrace their family caused?
— You, Mom, you’ll tie a red headscarf on her yourself, — he hissed. — She will be mine.
Rose is not at all “dark.” She’s delicate, beautiful, and vulnerable—but around her swirl gossip, envy, and other people’s spite.
Mansur is a man of his word and honor who doesn’t ask permission. He takes what he considers his—even if it stirs up a storm and sends families crashing into each other.
From the author: No clichés—only strong characters, difficult choices, and feelings that won’t let go.