I groan, straightening up and rubbing my jaw. “Nice one. I’m sure Seraf would be impressed.” He points a finger at me. “Don’t you call her that.” “I can’t talk about Brit. I can’t say Seraf’s name. Any other women you need to claim just so I can’t? You’re the one who just told me this wasn’t a competition. Yet you’re acting like that’s exactly what it is. Maybe the rumors aren’t true about the arranged marriage between you and Seraf.”
