“You are very good at assuming a role with very little instruction. I think you were more Kurman than some Kurman women at our meal.” A shrewd gleam entered his eyes. “Mezdar and Peyan approved of your attentions to me, and I suspect Peyan may offer me dower-price for you.” A cold tendril of dread circled Martise’s spine. She didn’t know which of the men was Mezdar or Peyan, and she didn’t care. She stared at Silhara, trying to discern his expression. He could be ruthless when he wanted and showed no hesitation in exercising that trait. But to try and sell her? He couldn’t do it if he wanted,
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