“It seems he is everything the stories say, Brother. The stories also spoke of your beauty, son of Unir.” She leaned forward, placing her chin on the top of her hand, one long, lean leg crossed over the other. “It’s a pleasure to witness it in person,” she purred. This bitch. Was she flir— Samkiel didn’t even spare her a glance. “I cannot say the same,” he said, his eyes still locked on Umemri.
