After a short search, Arsalan and Haness were directed to the fifth mistress’ hall.
“Parisa offered to share her tent with me, and I accepted.” The aforementioned hid behind her hookah when Arsalan shot her a look.
“And who gave you permission to accept that offer?” Arsalan queried.
A look of confusion flashed over Stephanie’s face. “Didn’t think I needed permission to sleep where I wanted.”
Feeling insulted by that reply, Arsalan snatched her hand by force and headed for the exit, ignoring her efforts to break free.
“What is wrong with you? Let go!” She kicked and flailed. It was bad enough there were people around, but all Stephanie could focus on was that she didn’t want to sleep in the same tent as him. In the heat of the moment she lowered her head and bit down on his skin, hard
