“She’ll be fine.” Higher, her dress lifted, until her bare thighs were exposed, and Zevander felt the first twinge of need shoot straight to his groin. Alongside him, Ravezio licked his lips, and the sight of his arousal for her had Zevander’s hands curling into tight fists at his sides. “Merciful gods, let me give her relief, if you refuse.” “She’s mortal. Aren’t you afraid of whatever diseases she harbors?” he asked in a mocking tone. “No.” Zevander frowned back at him. “You so much as breathe across her neck, and I will take pleasure in skewering your skull before I set it aflame.”
