“Quazar!”
“What? I said would try. That should be enough.”
I pinched between my eyes. We didn’t have time to argue.
“It’s going to take you forever. Getdressed.”
Quazar tilted his head at me, snapped his fingers, and was instantly dressed in his obsidian finery. His hair was perfectly done, not a stray hair in sight, and his sharp, black boots were gleaming.
I narrowed my eyes.
I’d seen him wear this attire. So pompous, even if he was a prince. And I knew deep down, he hated wearing it, too. He did it because the Farasee Order made him. Because the Empràr made him, so they could parade him around like some foolish puppet.
“No. Take this off.”
“I’m going out in public, Safah.” His eyes were sad. “This is part of my…agreement.”
“I don’t give a star about any burning agreement. Take thisoff.”
I lifted my chin. We’d somehow gotten a moment of reprieve from the temple. He wouldnotspend it in apparel that reminded him of the unseen shackles he always wore.
“Starling…”
“Take it off.” I took a step towards him. “Or I will.”
Those full lips curved into a seductive smile, stretching wide until his dimples showed.
“Tempting.” His eyes danced. “I’d let you.” His gaze slid to the door. “If I wasn’t positive that best friend of yours wasn’t going to break down this door before I could have my way with you.”
“That’s right!” Ellabeth cried from the other side. “Get dressed, your Highness!”
“Ellabeth, stop eavesdropping!” I yelled at the door.
“I’ll stop eavesdropping when you stop flirting and hurry the stars up!”
“So rotting demanding,”Quazar grumbled down the bond.
With another snap of his fingers, he was dressed in his raven black, loose robes again with the tunic unbuttoned over his chest. He’d changed his boots, too. They were more fitting for a warrior on his dawn off, then a Prince expected at court. The oversized robes fit him in a way that made him a complete heartthrob. I bit my lower lip, devouring every inch of him.
“Mm, you do that to me, too.”
I looked up at him.
He looked at me.
I took a step towards him.
Then Ellabeth started banging on the door.
“Let’s rottinggo. We have one dawn to lose our minds in the Citadel and I will force you to take it if I have to.”
I laughed.
“We’re coming, Ellie.”
“She’s running out of interruption strikes.”
My shoulders shook as I laughed, opening my door. Ellabeth snatched my hand, flying with me from our wingtower, across the Temple Efysis grounds, all the way until we made it to the infamous Citadel.
