Khalida takes his arm; she’d filled a glass and put the roses on her desk. “Are we walking?”

Asa rolls her eyes. “Ouch,” she says sarcastically. “Tap out, unless you want to take a nap,” she squeezes tighter.

Layla huffs slightly. “Feel like doing something else?”

Danarae frowns. ‘It can’t be all that bad if you come from it.’