Her fingers trembled as she peeled off her drenched clothes and dropped them into a sodden heap at the foot of her bed. He’d devoured her in that look on the stairs, his black eyes smoldering. Had Gurn been the only one to benefit from Anya’s skills? Unlike his servant, Silhara almost thrummed with a frustrated tension and wore the look of a man who hadn’t slept for days.
I hate him
