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TheMarshal’seyesdriftedover me as he spoke with Herrath, who remained deferential despite Theron’s cool demeanor. What was the point of having a warrior you didn’t trust to stay so close to you? I crossed my arms over the black lingerie Kadir had given me. The bodice fitted tight, pushing my new breasts up and accenting my slim curves. Tiny panties matched, the fabric covering hardly any of my ass cheeks.
“Where are the clothes the tailor brought?” Theron asked, glancing at Herrath, who looked at me with polite interest as if he hadn’t just been threatening to kill me two minutes ago. I’d be more offended if I hadn’t tried to murder him multiple times. Call it even.
I gestured to the pile of lingerie, revealing my breasts. “You’re looking at it.”
His expression turned hungry before he glanced at Herrath as if just remembering his presence. He stalked into the other room, grabbed the robe that he’d been wearing earlier, and tossed it to me. I caught it against my chest.
“Put this on,” he growled, and I glared back at him as I shrugged into it, ignoring how his scent enveloped me, my eyes going heavy-lidded. Leather and citrus. I scowled when I realized my piercing must be activating. Shit.
“I’m not going to say ‘thank you.’”
“Didn’t expect you to.”
“How is it you chose the surliest concubine in the city?” Zerek called with a laugh. “I swear I’ve been attacked by scopscions nicer than her.”
“The servant said you have nothing set up for a harem and she’ll be by later to talk about it,” Raenisa told him, drinking her wine and making a surprised face at the glass before taking another sip.
“Her name is Mirijana,” Herrath murmured, his long fingers gripping a glass of wine.
“What did your mother want?” Raenisa asked, taking a bite of one of the honeyed pastries, a crystalline bee molded on top.
“For me to stop showing up Rhazien.” He grumbled, sitting and piling a plate high. “Come here,Sia,” he demanded, motioning for me to sit on the couch next to him.
“Why?”
I glared at him, and the room quieted as they watched our interaction. Nerves pricked my stomach, but I didn’t back down.
“Because I want you to.” He grinned lazily, his bronze eyes taking in my clenched fists with amusement.
“I’m not your pet,” I growled.
He smirked. “That’s where you’re wrong.”
“Well, this is fucking weird,” Raenisa said. “Why don’t you save the flirting for after we leave?” I scowled, and he looked away. “What else did the Weaver want?”
“For me to support Rhazien to become the heir in exchange for a return to the Niothe.”
Zerek rolled his eyes. “We’ve heard that before.”
“Exactly,” Theron groaned when he took the first bite of braised pelatar, a rabbit-like creature that roamed the dunes. “Fuck, I’m starving.”
“So, what are we going to do?” Raenisa asked.
“We’ll focus on finding Striker and his rebels. Avoid the court as much as possible,” the Marshal began, and I tried to stifle a laugh. They’d been searching for me for five years, and still didn’t know that ‘Striker’ was a woman.
My chortle drew their attention back to me, and Herrath frowned when he caught me smirking. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then closed it again when Raenisa frowned at him.
“I’ll go scouting,” Zerek announced, standing up. “We have had no luck in the south. I’m thinking they’re north by Sailtown.”
Nope. Wrong direction, idiot.
“Good. Be back by tomorrow night. We have to make an appearance at one other event, at least.”
“Not going to happen,” Zerek announced cheerfully. “We both know I can’t be in the same room as my brother.”
Theron grunted in agreement. “Fine. Just make sure you return in a few days.”
“I’ll go too,” Raenisa said and Theron shook his head.
