" So you’re the sister,” Taz said, coming up to Zanari.
She nodded, unsmiling. “Yep. I’m the sister.” She was getting so tired of that role.
“Also known as the Incredibly Talented Seer?” Taz raised an eyebrow and when he did, his face lost some of its perfect beauty. It made her warm to him, just a little.
A small smile sneaked onto Zanari’s face. “Now you’re just trying to get on my good side.”
Taz nodded in mock solemnity. “You’re the one who’ll see the ghouls coming—I plan to stick quite close to you for the next . . . however long we’ll be roaming impenetrable darkness.”
“I have a personal bubble,” she said. Nalia had taught her that human expression after one too many of Noqril’s advances.
“I like bubbles.”
Zanari rolled her eyes and he laughed. For a jinni who’d been imprisoned in a bottle for thousands of years, Taz was remarkably well adjusted. "
― Heather Demetrios , Blood Passage (Dark Caravan Cycle, #2)