“Not on your knees,” he says, unbuttoning his black pants. “Though it’s good to know you are willing. No, I’ll have you on the bed, I think.” I look up at the Ash King, shock searing along my nerves. “What?” His frown deepens as he takes in my expression. “I thought you knew why you were called here.” “I thought I was summoned to—to answer your questions, or to have my magic tested—” “This late at night?” He arches an eyebrow. “I called you for sex. Why else would a king summon a woman to his quarters at this hour?” “I—forgive me, my lord, I did not understand.”
