“Time to stop.”
A strong hand closed on her raised wrist, shattering concentration in an instant. She should have used one of Kouha’s tricks to pull free, but for a moment Kougyoku could only gape, as Vinea’s water melted away. “Who are you?”
“Sinbad.” Fierce amber eyes met hers, long hair shimmering violet in the misty moonlight. “King of Sindria.”
Watching from the inn window, Ja’far stifled the urge to slam his head on the window ledge. The movement would attract too much attention. Even if Sinbad was being a loud and obvious distraction, charming yet another princess who wanted to kill him.
Blushing, stammering, blinking at him – yes, there comes the hand-yank away because “this is improper!” Ja’far tallied up. Oh Solomon, the paperwork… I’m not sure if it’ll be better or worse that she’s already promised to Abhmad. The Empire can’t try to marry her off to two kings. I think.
Though Sinbad wasn’t the real reason he wanted to concuss himself. No. That youngster was lying half-dead against the inn wall, being his own form of all too obvious distraction to keep Al-Thamen’s magi… away from his magi.