“Perhaps my king would care to demonstrate the proper technique?” she asked in a cool tone. Reaching back, she extracted an arrow and offered it, alongside the bow, to the caliph. That same incomprehensible flash of emotion flitted across his sharp profile. And Shahrzad found herself growing ever more curious as to the thoughts behind it. It doesn’t matter what he’s thinking. It will never matter. It should never matter. He strode forward and extricated the weapons from her hands. When his fingers grazed hers, he hesitated before pulling away. Then his tiger-eyes clouded over and he drew back,
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