Alizeh frowned as she stared up at him, clearly displeased. “And you’re lying to me,” she

accused, her small hands reaching up to tug at his ear in an innocent but determined

attempt, recalling how her own mouth would mimic this action whenever she wanted to

pout.

Her antics made Sheharzaad chortle, the sound escaping before she could stop herself.

Sensing this, he shifted his head slightly, catching Sheharzaad in his peripheral view. “Now

look,” he said, turning his focus back to ...