“I’m not good at losing people, Amani, and you know I don’t give a damn about this country.” The rest of him was still now, something solid to hang on to. But his fingers were sliding into my hair, making me shiver. “I give a damn about you and you are this place. I thought I had to do without you if you were so determined to leave the world. But then you were gone and I would have torn the desert apart looking for you.”
