The Shadow King considered her for a long moment, his expression speculative. “Would removing my shirt hasten your return to Between?” Yes, a voice at the back of her head said. “No,” Sasha answered. The King lifted an eyebrow. “Not even if I removed it using sultry intent?” “No,” Sasha said firmly. “Not in the slightest. What a strange thing to ask.” Liar, the voice in her head whispered. You’re a lying liar that lies.
