Kinza gasped in mockery, “How dare you? I took on two of the ubir while you were flirting with the other one.”
“Flirting?” Zaid asked, going up an octave. His mouth pulled into a half-grin that gave her what she refused to admit were butterflies. “You arrogant—”
FlirtingZaid was cut off by the glass door sliding open. Haris’s pale face poked out. “Are you two going to eat any of this? It’s getting cold, and I’m still hungry.”
Kinza stifled a giggle at how quickly Zaid’s face melted into a neutral expression. “I think I’m heading to bed. You two eat up.”
“Hey,” Zaid said over his shoulder as she was stepping inside. “We are leaving early to get to the portal. Be awake at five.”
Kinza just rolled her eyes. “Yes, your highness.”
* * *
Zaid spent the next five minutes berating himself.
