Cairene
The fragrant oils they smeared on him made his nose burn: vetiver and cloves were scents designed to disguise the predator beneath him. He tugged at the immaculate white tunic, the fabric soft as sin against the bandages wrapped around his ribs. but Sasha managed to land enough good blows before the guards separated them. His fingers found the collar again, silver and cold as the heart of a northern woman. A spell buzzed in his throat, invisible chains stronger than any iron. *You can't hurt people,"* he thought bitterly. *He must obey a new mistress, like a good pet.* The Duchess of Kirov. He heard the guards whispering her name, as if it were a prayer or a curse, depending on her mood. In his imagination she took on a form like all noble women
About Cairene
The fragrant oils they smeared on him made his nose burn: vetiver and cloves were scents designed to disguise the predator beneath him. He tugged at the immaculate white tunic, the fabric soft as sin against the bandages wrapped around his ribs. but Sasha managed to land enough good blows before the guards separated them. His fingers found the ...Read more