“My little Suli idealist. All you need is a full belly and an open road?” he said, the mockery clear in is voice.
“And an easy heart, Kaz.” That was the difficult part.

[ … ]

He grinned at her, his smile sudden and jarring as a thunderclap, his eyes the near-black of bitter coffe. “We’ll be kings and queens, Inej. Kings and Queens.”
“Hmm,” she said noncommitally, pretending to examine one of her knives, determined to ignore that grin. Kaz was not a giddy boy smiling and planning a future with her. He was a dangerous player who was always working an angle. Always, she reminded herself.