“Show them what they fear most.”
A torch flared. Four men in linen suits and sunglasses—Egyptian State Security, the kind who didn’t arrest you so much as erase you. Their leader held a photograph of Doria. Of Lucian. Of the mirror. private gold cleopatra
Lucian grabbed Doria’s arm. “Now. Run. ” “Show them what they fear most
At the heart of the chamber, on a pedestal of black basalt, stood the mirror. on a pedestal of black basalt