The Matchmaker

Prologue

You still think there’s a way out, don’t you?

I see how your eyes dart around. To that pen on the counter. Your keys. You’re desperate. For something, anything, that might deliver freedom.

Denial is normal. One of the five stages of grief or something, right? But time is of the essence here, so I’m afraid we’re going to need to go ahead and skip to acceptance.

Because sooner or later, you’re going to have to wrap your head around the fact that tonight, Nura Khan, you will die.