“Right,” Zaf said, his eyes burning something awful. He looked mutinous, but evidently not with her, because he stepped forward and slid her rucksack gently off her shoulders. “I’ll take this,” he murmured. “Oh, no, it’s okay, I—” “Danika,” he said, iron in his tone. “I. Will take. This.” “I knew you were bossy, but I had no idea you were this bossy.” “Yeah, well,” he muttered, “now you know.
