She scrunches her nose in detest.
“A terragulf is the largest predator on the island, so no other creature will dare bother us.”
“Will it scare away the terragulfs?”
“We need not worry about those.”
“Why?”
“They are few and hard to come by, mostly sleeping in their dens for long hours.”
“But…they could come out if they wanted to?”
“Do not worry, as your scent is sweeter when you are calm.”
“Do you like my scent?” she asks, knowing full well that I am obsessed with it.
I sigh, taking a seat on a log. “It is the death of my honor.”
She sits straight onto the earth, probably because she is likely to fall if she does not.
I drink more than I typically would, wanting to ease my burden. Wanting to forget about Tempest, honor, and all the things I cannot have.
While I drink, Asha looks at me, swaying slightly, her pretty blonde hair looking charmingly disarrayed.
Oh, how I long to taste those sweet lips again.
And lower.
She clutches her cup in both hands, looking at me intensely, her lower lip tucked between her teeth.
“Is there something on your mind, Little Vaeyark?”
She flushes with color, looking down at the earth for a moment before looking up at me again.
“Well?”
She gives a big, dreamy sigh, her impossibly large eyes widening. “I want you, Ramsey.”
I like the sound of my name on her lips, and even more, I like the hunger that overwhelms her pretty features when she looks at me.
“What is it you want, for I am right here?”
“I want you in every way I can have you, though I know it will not please me.”
Offended, I scoff, “Am I not enough for your weak, vaeyark body?”
She licks her lips, leans back against the log behind her, and spreads her legs. “You’re welcome to prove otherwise.”
17
RAMSEY
Sweet Tempest…
At Asha’s brazen attitude, I am reminded of the princess and the confidence she exuded so effortlessly.
But it is not the princess I want. Not after I have partaken in the small, Penticari woman named Asha.
