Not when they had just made some progress.
She chose silence.
He raised a brow.
‘Anything you’d like to share?’ he rasped.
She shook her head.
His eyes narrowed as he studied her. ‘I’m a keeper of a great number of secrets beyond our walls,Šarim; however, within this home, I loathe them. You’re sure you’re withholding more from me?’
Saba jolted, knowing she had one more matter he was unaware of, but speaking would be violating trust and a promise.
She blinked, racking her brain for the best response when Mak’s device rang.
He sliced his eyes to the screen and, with a growl, answered it.
She finished herkahawaand rose to leave the dining room.
She paused at the arched doorway and glanced back.
Already, he was engrossed in the monitor of his comm tab as yet another issue had to be taken care of.
She headed to her bedroom, her thoughts consumed by the upcomingSelseevent. It would test her mettle and resolve in the face of scrutiny and judgment.
But she was ready.
She would show them all that behind the delicate facade of a bride lay a woman of strength andback-fokkin-bone.
A woman willing to fight for her place in a world that sought to underestimate her at every turn. No matter what trials awaited her, she would face them with courage and grace.
She was not just a simple-minded woman thrust into a realm of opulence and intrigue.
She was Saba,Šarimof this Order, and she would prove herself worthy of the title she now carried.
MAK
Mak cast a quick, furtive glance at Saba as she left.
His mind was half on the conversation he was having on the comm device as he tracked the sway of her hips and the contrast between her curves and waist.
The rolling motion of her supple thighs as she walked, confident in her femininity, freakin’ turned him on.
Fokk, she was growing on him.
Gazing at her, he felt an unfamiliar serenity settle over him.
It was as though a shard was cracking his armor, one of hope flickering to life in the darkness that had consumed him for so long.
It emanated from an unlikely source.
His wife.
She had a way of calming the storm inside him, giving him a peace that was beyond all understanding.
Despite all his past rage toward her, now her presence soothed him, a balm to the tumult that churned inside his chest.
Along with her stalwart spirit, he’d recognized a vulnerability that tugged at his heartstrings, a fragility beneath the stillness that made him want to protect her at all costs.
