Page 27 of The Stolen Princess
Her face reddened like she didn’t like his evaluation. “Do you want to buy something?”
Drake tapped the lid of the salt. “Yes, how much for this?”
“The salt is six coins.”
“I’ll give you two coins,” he said, knowing it would make her upset.
Her jaw dropped and a wisp of air escaped. “Two coins? That’s ridiculous!”
Drake gestured down the aisle to theTolsten House Shop. “They’re selling a bigger bottle of salt down there for four coins.”
She leaned forward, looking down at the large booth. “No, they’re not.”
“Yes, they are.” He set the salt down and began tapping the tops of every bottle in that row. “They have parsley flakes for three coins, garlic for two coins, pepper rub for four, cumin for—”
“There is no way you haveallof their prices memorized,” she said as she swiped his hand away from the bottles.
“I do have all their prices memorized.” He began tapping the tops of the bottles again.
“No, you don’t.”
She hit his hand away but he forced it back. “I do.”
“You don’t!”
He gestured across the products one last time. “All around they have better prices than you.”
She pursed her pink lips together, and Drake wondered how they were so pink. Was it makeup, or was it natural?
Her blue eyes tightened. “Well, of course their prices are the cheapest. They’re the biggest booth in the market. Everything they’re selling is from Tolsten House, but our products are of better quality.”
“I don’t believe you,” he said flatly, irritating her even more.
She scoffed. “I’m telling the truth. Our products are better.”
Drake shrugged, pullingherpink scarf out of his pocket. He dabbed his forehead, using it to wipe away sweat that wasn’t there, then he whistled. “I’m surprised by how warm it’s been this fall.”
Mya’s eyes went wide again as she recognized the pink hair tie. “That’s mine,” she said, reaching for the scarf, but Drake snatched his arm away.
“No, I don’t think so,” he said, holding his arm up. “This scarf belongs to the woman who shot me, andyousaid that wasn’t you.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “Fine,Drake.It was me. I shot you.”
He gave her a satisfied smile. “I already knew that,Mya.”
She held her hand out to him. “Now that your arm is healed, can I have my scarf back?”
“Sure.” Drake held his arm up above him. “All you have to do is grab it and it’s yours.” He was counting on his height advantage to come through for him.
Mya huffed, walking around the booth to his side. She glanced up at the scarf in his hand then back at him. He gave her a come-and-get-it smile, which only made her glare at him more.
She went on her tippy-toes, reaching her arms up, but she wasn’t even close to tall enough. She stepped closer still trying to reach the scarf, while also keeping her chest as far away from his as she could.
Drake leaned his head down, whispering against her cheek. “What seems to be the problem?”
She lifted her chin, putting her impossibly pink lips closer to his. Her hardened eyes flashed to his. “You know what the problem is.”
A slow smile crept across his mouth. He liked this Mya girl, and he wished she wasn’t purposely putting so much distance between them. Normally, girls did whatever they could to get closer to him.
