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I’m not a practiced flirt, but I’ve seen it done. I understand the basic concepts of seduction: the goal is to make a man see me for my body only. Make him want it. When Dunnan drops the flap and sets his lamp aside, I lean into him, brushing my cheek against his.
“Ottius must trust you a lot, to handle me.” I try to put a sexual inflection in my voice. It sounds stupid to my ears, but it gives Dunnan pause, so it must be doing its job. When I don’t move, he grasps me by both shoulders and pushes me ahead of him. Grumbling to himself, he looks around, probably for the cot. It isn’t set up.
At least he won’t make me sleep on the dirt.
While Dunnan searches I pull my shirt forward and jerk it down as low as it can go, trying to show off a little more skin. I never had to use such a tactic on Azmar. But I force him from my mind. If I want to help him, I need to wrap this soldier as tightly around my finger as possible. Get him to do me a favor or ... something.
He finds the folded cot and pulls it into the lamplight. His gaze catches on my chest, lingering for a couple of heartbeats, before he sets the cot up against the far wall, the only place where there’s room.
I weave my hair through my fingers. “What rank are you?”
“Nothing impressive.” He gestures toward the cot and pulls out a length of fabric. I wonder if someone took the rope for something else. Or if he couldn’t find it.
Making a point of looking him up and down, I say, “That’s not true.” I do my best to saunter to the bed. I’ve never sauntered in my life.
His lip quirks. “Don’t be trouble, MissThellele.”
Matching his smile, I raise him a grin. “Call me Calia.”
I hate that name.
I sit on the cot, as close to him as I can. Cross one leg over the other and run my fingers from my knee to my hip. He watches. I’m glad the poor lighting hides any rookie mistakes I’m making.
“Wrists.”
Changing tactics, I try a pout instead and offer my wrists, leaning forward and squeezing my elbows together, trying again to emphasize my breasts. “Be gentle, Dunnan. I’m delicate.”
Looping the cloth around my wrists, he asks, “How do you know my name?”
Because my father called for you in front of me.But he doesn’t need to know that. “I’ve noticed you, is all.” That sounded right. Like something Finnie might say to a boy she liked. But in my memory, Finnie is fourteen years old. I need to be careful.
His eyebrow rises, or the shadows around it do. “Oh?” He ties a knot around my wrists. I stroke his collar. When he leans forward to loop it behind my back—and hedefinitelyleans too close—I swallow a gag and nip at his ear.
He pulls back. “MissThellele.”
I run the inside of my foot up his calf, where he’s not armored. “Calia.”
“The general would not approve.”
“Of what?” I blink at him. I try a coy expression. Rub his calf some more. Worried that I’m playing too dumb, I add, “He’s not here.”
A bud of fear sprouts behind my navel.Please don’t do it.I could press a little fear into him if he does. Make him change his mind. As long as my father doesn’t find out. But Dunnan should naturally fear Ottius Thellele.
He crouches down to knot the binds around my ankles. His knuckle grazes the side of my knee and draws downward. When he’s finished, he plants his hands on either side of my hips. I fight the instinct to pull away.Pretend he’s Azmar. Pretend anything you have to.
I lean closer.
“Calia,”he says, a hint of tease in his voice. “The battle will be swift. Afterward”—he thumbs my chin—“we’ll talk.”
I want to laugh at him. Swift? And which side will make it swift?My mate could crack your skull in the crook of his elbow, and he’s only an engineer.
I smile at him. Try to figure something to say that won’t make him suspect me. With the job finished, he stands up and walks away, grabbing his lamp. He stops at the tent flap. I look up through my eyelashes at him. When he slips into the night, I let out a shaky breath.
I don’t have time forafter. I need to knownow.
Working my jaw, I flop over on the cot. Pause. Twist my hands, then my feet. Smile genuinely, this time.
My plandidwork. Dunnan was so caught up in me he wasn’t focusing on the knots. They’re loose. With a little wiggling, I’m sure I can free myself.
