"Your scarf, take it off," Stephanie said.
Arsalan blinked at her, bemused. "Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?" His voice was a low taunt, rich and calm, but the edge was there.
“You don’t get to play with my emotions,” she said, her hand shaking, “and then let that woman touch you like she owns you. Take the scarf off, or I will slice your throat." Stephanie was not one to come off as possessive, but she just couldn't get the image of that woman whispering into the General's ears out of her head.
'She's like this because of Jariyah?' Arsalan was taken aback by her bold display of jealousy. It turns into his pride when he answers her with a firm, "No."
"Do not underestimate a woman’s scorn, General. All it takes is one wrong move and-"
Stephanie’s breath hitch
