Nazmi was only brought back to her senses when she felt a strong hand grab her shoulder. She removed herself from the hug and looked up sheepishly at Samir, who had grabbed her. The complicated look in his eyes made it feel as though she had done something wrong, and she started to feel self-conscious.
"You know each other?" The Prince asked, his voice only barely masking the irritation he felt.
Nazmi and Tsekani glanced at one another for a moment. Neither of them really had an answer that made sense, so the latter decided to speak.
"I don't think we have," Tsekani said. He shook his head solemnly, and his braid shivered with the motion. "I just feel… something compelling about her. Like I needed to see her."
Samir's brows furrowed. His golden eyes were puzzled and his jaw was tight as he tried to process what had just happened. Seemingly unsatisfied with his brother's response, he turned to face Nazmi and looked at her expectantly.
