"Nothing," she muttered. Not looking at him. Her eyes looking at anywhere but him.

"Nothing?"

"Yes, nothing."

"You can tell me, zaad."

"And why does it even matter to you what's going on in my head?" Her eyes snapped up at

him. "Why do you even care?!"

His brows raised at her sudden sharp voice.

"All you care about is yourself," she muttered.

"Is that what you've been thinking?"

"No," she looked away to her right.

He turned her face towards him. "Tell me clearly, Sheharzaad."

"Why? Do you care ...