“Did you get the marker?” Matteo asked, then frowned. “Your jacket’s torn. Are you all right?” It was a tiny detail to notice, but Arthie wasn’t accustomed to anyone being so attentive to her. So caring. “Perhaps you should stop looking,” Laith said, shifting closer to her. “Someone’s getting a little possessive,” Jin whispered in her ear. She belonged to no one, she wanted to say, but a little thrill ran through her, and she couldn’t decide if it was from Matteo’s attention or Laith speaking out on her behalf.
