Kaya stared at their backs for a long beat, then turned and spoke in a flat, cold tone. "Are you done?"
Cutie and Veer—who'd been glaring at the sparrow like they wanted to throttle him—whirled around. Their expressions softened at once.
"What do you mean?" Veer asked, voice warm and mockingly tender. "Wifey—"
Kaya flinched as if struck and snapped, "Yuck. How many times have I told you not to call me that?" She stepped forward until she was a breath from him, gaze hard as flint. "So. What are you two planning, huh?"
For a second the men exchanged a look and paled, then Veer forced a smile and tilted his head. "Planning? Darling, we're not planning anything. We just brought the warm water for the sparrow, that's all."
Kaya raised a hand to cut him off. "Veer, I don't know what kind of scheme you've got spinning in that head of yours, but don't—don't you dare try to play with me. Try anything and you'll regret it." Her voice was low and steady, the threat quiet but real.
