Jasmine's eyes narrowed. "You carried me to my tent? Why don't I remember that?"
Marik shrugged lightly. "You were pretty out of it. I stayed for a while, but you were snoring so loud I thought the roof would fall."
"I do not snore."
He raised an eyebrow. "How would you know if you're asleep?"
She crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you want, prince?"
He stepped closer, his voice dropping just a little. "Are you saying you didn't miss me?"
Her heart kicked, but she kept her face steady. "Why would I miss you?"
Marik smiled. "Because you kept saying my name last night."
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
A knock at the door made them both turn. A maid stepped in, carrying a bowl of soup, a glass of water, and a small cup of red juice.
"I had this made for you," Marik said, then turned to her. "Leave it there, thank you, Tilly."
Tilly nodded quickly, placed the tray on the table, bowed, and left.
