Thurstin

Kylie's POV

My heart pounds like a bitch in heat. I also broke out in a cold sweat. If it wasn't forbidden to sign the cross while wearing Muslim clothes, I might have done it because I was so nervous.

"Hey!" the man called again on the box but didn't speak.

The Egyptian man threw me a stare. I couldn't read his expression much but I knew he was suddenly scared too.

Good heavens! It might report me! It's gone!

He could easily talk. I mean, we're not friends. He doesn't know me.

I looked at the man with pleading eyes. I pray that he is kind and will help me.

I saw the man swallow. Kind of struggling but he looked at the men behind me again.

"What woman? I haven't seen any stranger in here since morning. You people should know how my business is doing bad because of you!" said the hero bravely.

Thank God, they speak English. Ah yes, he's a Jew and not a Muslim who knows Arabic.

I heard the man behind me snorted. "If not for Raja, I'll blast this stupid store of yours!"

I slowly walked t