While the man mercilessly dismantled the vendor's profit margins, Heena wasn't even looking at the vegetables. She was staring openly at the stranger.
It wasn't out of romantic interest. The intoxicating citrus scent radiating from his celadon robes was making her crave a bowl of chilled oranges so violently she could barely focus on the conversation.
As a sudden gust of market wind swept past them, the sheer white veil fluttered upwards for just a fraction of a second.
Heena caught a fleeting glimpse of the face beneath the hat. Flawless, fair jade skin, the sharp, elegant sweep of a jawline, and lips curved into a ruthlessly confident smirk.
