Back at the stalls, Adam noticed her departure and scowled.
"Figures. She's going to start a fire."
Azalea smirked. "And you won't? Honestly, I'm impressed she lasted this long watching him flirt."
Adam's jaw tightened. "I'm not jealous. Just saying she's too hot-headed for her own good."
"You sound jealous," Azalea teased, sipping delicately from a crystal glass of angelic wine she had just bought. "Don't worry, little dwarf. No one's stealing your man."
Adam sputtered, nearly choking. "He's not—! By the Ancestors, you're insufferable!"
Blake trailed behind them, hands still tucked lazily behind his head. His golden eyes half-lidded, he muttered, "You two sound like a married couple. Can't decide if I'm annoyed or entertained."
The princess and the dwarf prince both froze, glaring at him in unison.
"We're not!" they snapped together.
Blake's smirk widened. "Exactly what a married couple would say."
