The man’s smile made her heart catch. ‘Onos Toolan.’ Hetan strode closer, offering a wink to the dark-haired woman, then settling her eyes once more on the man called Onos Toolan. ‘I see more than you imagine,’ she said in a low voice. The young warrior cocked his head. ‘You do?’ ‘Aye, and what I see tells me you’ve not bedded a woman in a long time.’ The man’s eyes widened – oh, such lovely eyes, a lover’s eyes –‘Indeed,’ he said, his smile broadening. Oh yes, my lover’s eyes …
