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  “Are you sure that you want your first time to be at my hand?”

  Siara nodded.

  Anleeh prowled around the room, touching books and papers that could not hold his attention.

  “Siara, I have told you that this must be done, that to survive our time in Den you must learn to submit, but if you cannot do this of your own free will, I cannot take you.” He turned to face her and she raised her head to meet his gaze. Her expression was unreadable, an assembly of features with no animation behind it, but her eyes gave her away, dancing with intelligence and bright intensity. “Siara, I will not rape you.”

  She jerked at the words, lips parting with the shock of his brutal words. “Lord Anleeh, I did not think you would. I am … quite willing.” Her face returned to its passive mask, but her jaw line and cheeks flushed a dull cherry.

  The blush lent veracity to her words, and he noticed the way her fingers twisted in her lap, worrying the cuff of her gown. Relief that he would not be asked to coerce a woman who parted her legs only for the good of the kingdom inundated him.

  “When would you like to … have sex? Tonight? I have no plans. Or shall we wait until we begin the journey?” This time her modulated tone failed her, and Anleeh heard the emotion beneath the words. She both wanted to postpone it and was eager to partake of what he was offering her. She rose, apparently aware of what her words had revealed, and started clearing off the table.

  “Siara.” She continued stacking books. “Siara, look at me.” Again she ignored him.

  Anleeh grabbed Siara’s wrist, spinning her to face him. He wrapped his fingers around her hips and lifted her, seating her on the table. As she gaped at him, he grabbed her wrists and forced them behind her back, holding them with one hand. With the other hand, he tilted her chin up. It felt good to handle her this way, her still hidden body full, solid and luscious in its hidden mystery.

  For the first time her carefully guarded features revealed emotion—emotions his words had unveiled. Her dark eyes widened with shock, her lips parted. She looked delectable.

  “Much better,” he purred. Moving his hand from beneath her chin to curl loosely around her throat, Anleeh brought his lips to hers. Siara, her lips still parted, gasped at the first soft brush of his mouth. Her gasp drew his breath into her so that she breathed him in. His lips sealed to hers, their mouths molding together. Anleeh watched as her eyes fluttered closed and she made the smallest of noises, like the mewing of a cat. With a shudder of arousal Anleeh released her wrists, sliding his hands to her waist.

  Slipping his tongue past her parted lips, he touched the edge of her teeth, gentling her to the invasion. As he ventured further, Anleeh concentrated on exploring her only with his mouth. Though his hands twitched with the need to cup her breasts, he kept them at her waist. She had begun to worry him.

  Siara’s stillness was an anomaly he’d never experienced before. He did not know if the suddenness of the kiss had dumbfounded her, the pleasure of it had stunned her or, he thought with a jolt, if she were astonished and still because this was her first kiss. He was neither ignorant of his appeal nor so vain as his actions may portray, and Anleeh started to break the kiss, already preparing a suitably self-deprecating and dismissive remark.

  With a final peck to the edge of her mouth, Anleeh leaned back, a half smile hiding his embarrassment and worry. “Divine lips you have, Sia-“

  Siara literally threw herself at Anleeh. The force of it knocked Anleeh off his feet. He landed hard on his ass and then rocked onto his back as she came down on top of him.

  “What…”

  Siara grabbed his ears and kissed him. There was no practiced precision, no gentle exploration. Her lips pressed against his so hard that their teeth knocked together. Anleeh opened his mouth to help her deepen the kiss but she’d moved away, raining small pecking kisses over his face, her grip on his ears keeping him still.

  “Sia—Siara, what…”

  Siara braced her elbows on his chest and looked down at him. Her eyes were nearly black, the pupils were so wide. Her breathing came in short hard pants and her eyes darted over his face, coming back to his lips each time.

  With great deliberation, Anleeh licked his lower lip. Siara shuddered.

  She is aroused. She is so aroused she trembles with it. Anleeh grinned, and licked his lip again. On a moan, Siara leaned down and bit his lower lip.

  Beneath her, Anleeh jerked.

  “I’m sorry.” Siara scrambled off Anleeh, turning her head, cheeks flaming with a vermillion blush.

  “Siara, do not apologize.”

  “I don’t know what came over me.”

  “I think you do.”

  Siara refused to turn, despite his chiding tone. “Lord Anleeh, please accept my apologies.”

  “Why are you so formal with me?” He knew the answer, knew that she was hiding behind formality and ceremony, but wanted her to acknowledge it.

  She ignored the question. “Is there anything else we need to discuss?”

  “Yes, we need to discuss what just happened.”

  “I believe it is called a kiss. There are many examples in the library if you would like me to find you an appropriate passage.” Her tone had grown almost snippy and Anleeh smiled behind her back, enjoying this far more than he should.

  “It is the manner of the kiss we must discuss,” he goaded her.

  “There is no need. We kissed. From what you said, we will do so again.”

  “Yes, that and much more.” Finally he asked the crucial question, all humor gone. He needed to know her answer. “Why did you…”

  “Please,” she whispered, cutting him off, and then wrapping her arms around her stomach and squeezing.

  Anleeh moved up behind her. Her distress, the protective way she held herself, contained answers, but he did not want to make vain assumptions. “Are you frightened by what happened?”

  “No.”

  “Are you upset? Ashamed?”

  “No, my Lord.”

  “Anleeh,” he corrected her.

  “Anleeh. I beg your leave, there is much to do.”

  “There is,” he conceded. Siara finished stacking the parchments rolls and books, her shoulders drawn up to her neck, and hunched forward protectively. Awkwardly gathering an armful of reading materials, Siara executed a quick bobbing curtsey in Anleeh’s general direction and started for the door.

  “Siara, wait.” Siara paused, considered his words, and then kept walking. Anleeh blinked. Her deliberate manner, the obvious way she considered and then dismissed his words, shocked, and to be truthful, aroused him.

  “Siara, stop.” This time it was an order, his voice hard and deep. Siara stopped.

  Anleeh came up behind her once more. He lifted the heavy braid away from the back of her neck,

  “I will not let you hide from me. Before this is done I will see your body and soul laid bare before me.” Anleeh kissed the exposed nape of her neck. “Until tomorrow, lover.”

  Siara avoided him until the day of their departure.

  Though she had been offered lush quarters at either the Temple or the Palace after the revolution, she’d selected small chambers near the library and spent most of the past two days there, reading. Anleeh’s words, his warning, about what took place between the men and woman of Den had piqued her curiosity.

  It was only late at night, when her hands, without conscious effort, roamed over her naked body, stroking, pressing, and pinching, that she would acknowledge she was hiding in her study to escape her feelings and his reaction.

  Dawn of the departure day found Siara checking and re-checking her packing. They intended to leave at noon. A parade was planned to usher them out of the Great City. This expedition symbolized the return of so many things that had been lost.

  When a knock at the door came, she was relieved. “Mistress Siara?”

  “Coming.” She opened the door of her chamber. A Temple servant stood in the corridor, head bowed respectfully.


  “Good morn, Mistress Siara.”

  “My packs are there.” She indicated a side wall where the two large canvas satchels rested.

  “Yes, Mistress. I will have them brought down directly.”

  “Where is Lord Anleeh?”

  “He arrived a few moments ago.”

  “He is here?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “I thought we were leaving from the Palace?”

  “Yes, Mistress, Lord Anleeh came to escort you.”

  Swallowing her nerves, Siara left the man to bring her bags and made her way down to the courtyard of the Temple.

  As she came through the doors, the powerful noon sunlight brightened everything in the courtyard and haloed the object of her desire. Dressed in a short tunic with thick leather pants, his dark hair lit with deep fire by the gold of the sun, Anleeh was god-like. Sunlight reflected off the polished silver of his sword. He would have been faceless, backlit by the sun, had her memory, so well versed in his visage, not sketched the lines of his perfect lips, high cheekbones and dancing green eyes, into the dark shadow of his face.

  “Siara.” Anleeh moved forward into the shadow of the Temple, his features appearing as if the god had chosen to reveal himself.

  It took a moment for Siara to understand that the throbbing in her chest was due to more than her rapidly beating heart. Releasing the breath she’d been holding, Siara forced her face into its smooth, watchful mask.

  “I am ready, Anleeh.” He smiled and looked over her shoulder, presumably for the bags. “The boy is bringing them.”

  Anleeh lifted Siara onto a grey speckled mare. Hiding her nerves, Siara took the reins, doing her best to pretend she knew what to do with them. After waiting to be sure that her bags had been secured, Anleeh swung onto his own, much larger, bay stallion.

  Clicking to both horses, Anleeh led the way out of the Temple. Try as she might Siara could not stop herself from turning around, glancing one final time at the building that had been her home.

  “We don’t need…”

  “Yes, you do,” the Queen countered.

  “Goddess bless me. Prima,” he implored the King. “Help.” Tamlohn shrugged, staying out of the Queen’s way as she directed the stable hands to secure the bags she was sending with the expedition.

  “We are traveling light,” Anleeh reminded the Queen.

  “I sent nothing overly heavy.”

  “But you added four bags!”

  “They are gifts,” she said, as if that explained everything.

  “My Lady.” Siara’s interruption caught Anleeh open-mouthed with his next rebuttal unuttered. “Have you a list of these items? As we did not see the bags packed they will be of little use to us unless we know what each pack contains.”

  The Queen pulled out a folded sheet and read off the listed items to Siara, who stood sedately by her side.

  Anleeh watched them together. His eyes traveled the length of the Queen’s elegant back, each curve of her upper body hugged by the heavily embroidered and strapless gown she wore. Sooner than was flattering to the Queen’s beauty, he turned his attention to Siara. She wore another mud colored dress, shapelessly falling from her shoulders.

  “What do you see?” Tamlohn asked quietly.

  “She is hiding.” Anleeh answered the King’s question before he stopped to think.

  “What from?”

  “That I do not know. Her past? But not as I do. She hides from the world, yet is eager to explore.”

  “An interesting woman.”

  “Yes. I think more than anything else she hides from herself. There is great passion in her.”

  “Have you…”

  “A kiss only,” Anleeh said.

  “You kissed her?” The King’s deep shock resonated with past pain. Among the Zinahs, a kiss was forbidden, and so had come to mean much to these men.

  “I did, but, more importantly, she kissed me.”

  “You mean she kissed you in return?”

  “No. I broke the kiss, leaned away, and then she, well…”

  “What?”

  “…she flew at me, knocked me to the ground and kissed me.”

  Tamlohn looked at Siara, his red-brown eyebrows high on his forehead.

  “Truth,” Anleeh insisted.

  “If you say.”

  “I do.”

  They stood in silence for a moment, Anleeh’s eyes still on the silhouette of his traveling companion. The King’s hand on his shoulder startled him. When he looked over, Tamlohn wore a serious expression. Anleeh straightened, mentally preparing for news of the worst sort.

  “What is it, Prima?”

  Tamlohn shook his head. “Just a warning, my brother.”

  “There is no need for warnings. Caution will be my constant companion.”

  “This warning is in regard to Siara.”

  “I have warned her of what this may cost her, may cost us both.”

  “I know, and Cryessa has spoken with her also.”

  “Than what is your warning?”

  The King paused for a moment, and when he spoke it was with a slight hesitation, as if he had trouble finding the words. “Protect her.”

  “I will. Den is a dangerous place. I will lay down my life to protect her if necessary.” Anleeh wanted to promise the King, and himself, that Siara would come to no harm, but he did not think it a promise he could make.

  “I do not mean her body and mind, but her heart.”

  “I doubt her heart is involved,” Anleeh protested. Though he could not deny the passion in her kiss, lust and love were far different things.

  “I worry it already is.”

  “What?” Anleeh, asked, voice sharp. He turned his attention from Siara to examine the King’s face. It was clear from the brackets around Tamlohn’s mouth and the set of his brows that he was not joking.

  “Cryessa said something that made me think there may be more to Siara’s motivations than we know.”

  “If you know something of her motivations that would jeopardize my cause, I would ask that you tell me. I believe she craves adventure, to experience the world outside the Temple and to serve this kingdom, and the Queen, as she has all her life. The kiss was a matter of passion, not of the heart.”

  “It is nothing to jeopardize your mission, but you should never underestimate the secrets in a woman’s heart. Simply take my warning for what it is.”

  “Then be clear. What is your warning?”

  “Don’t break her heart.”

  “Indeed, my Lady, this is a very comprehensive list and I thank you.”

  “I hope that it is not too much.” Cryessa looked over her shoulder at the loaded horses and winced.

  “It is best to be prepared for any eventuality.”

  The Queen turned back to Siara and smiled. “This is truth, but do not underestimate the power of inspiration.” Siara bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement of the wisdom. “Before you go, there is one other thing I wanted to talk with you about.”

  “Yes, my Lady?”

  Cryessa raised her hands and cupped Siara’s face. Heat tingled through Siara’s cheeks where the Priestess’s hands touched. “May I?”

  “Y-yes.” Siara didn’t even know what the Queen was asking her.

  Against her face, the Queen’s hands warmed from tepid to scorching. Siara drew in a deep breath as the heat penetrated her face, seeping into her, until she could taste magic on the back of her tongue. Light crowded the corners of her vision as the Queen’s skin began to glow. Golden light filled her vision and Siara sucked in a breath. Though she trusted the Queen, it was unnerving to be blinded by the light. Just when she feared she could not abide it for a moment longer, it began to fade.

  Siara blinked rapidly as the Queen removed her hands, the previously clement air feeling frigid upon her heated cheeks.

  “Siara, I will ask something of you.”

  “Yes, my Queen?”

  “Be careful.”

  “I hav
e every intention of doing so.” Siara found her request odd. She and the Queen had been acquainted for years. Surely she knew Siara’s actions were always deliberate and careful.

  “I am confident that you will take care of yourself. It is for Anleeh that I ask.”

  “I do not understand.”

  “Be careful with him. His scars run deep.”

  Siara looked over her shoulder at Anleeh and then turned back. “I promise, I will do everything I can to aid him.”

  “In your mission, yes. You are both loyal and strong. What I worry for is what will happen between the two of you.”

  Siara dropped her eyes. “This is a monumental task you have set us on, the first peaceful ambassador delegation to be sent from the Great City in 1000 years. I would not jeopardize that.” Her words were sharp and defensive.

  “I do not accuse you of anything,” the Queen soothed, “but I think we both know that emotions beyond duty to your country are already involved.” Startled, Siara looked up. “There is little that I cannot read in your mind and heart, though you are skilled in shielding your emotions on your face.”

  “My—my feeling for, for Lord Anleeh…” The protests fell futilely from Siara’s lips, halting completely when the Queen raised her hand.

  “Your feelings are your own. I only ask you to be careful, both of your own heart, and of his.”

  “I’m sure Anleeh will be fine.”

  The Queen shook her head. “He is more vulnerable than you know. It is his broken heart for which I fear.” The Queen briefly cupped Siara’s cheek, then leaned in and pressed a kiss to Siara’s forehead.

  “Come.” Linking arms, the Queen led her back to the men. “The time is upon us. I feel the excitement of those who line the streets to see you off.” The Queen let go of Siara and turned to examine the preparations.

  Tamlohn stepped back from Anleeh and signaled the men to mount up.

  “It is time,” the King said as stable hands brought their horses forward.

  Neither Siara not Anleeh moved. They stood, three paces apart, simply staring at one another, the secrets of their thoughts concealed behind impassive faces.