For a long, agonizing moment, Sarawat’s face remained a stone wall. Then, the corner of his mouth twitched. It wasn’t a smile. It was something sharper. Curious.

“It’s just pretend,” Tine rushed out. “You pretend to like me. Just for a week. To scare off this guy, Green. You’re the only person he’s scared of.”

Sarawat tilted his head. “Anything?”

“Absolutely not,” Tine said. “That guy looks like he’d rather swallow his own guitar pick than talk to me.”