““Stop being so stubborn!” Her bare feet fell to the onyx floor. “Do not make me beg you. Because I won’t. I’ll merely lose my temper or cry. And I have always secretly despised those who cry to wheedle their objectives. But if you force me to do it, Khalid Ibn al-Rashid, I will. And I cry beautifully.” She crossed her arms and pursed her lips. A corner of his mouth twitched. “You do not cry beautifully.” “Liar!” “I’m not lying.” He held her gaze. “I rarely lie””
