‘Twas not possible. She quivered inside with that same tension he had roused in her before. But the evidence he had given her was undeniable.
The man desired her. Her. Kira of Tiflis with her scarred back and ridiculously childlike body. With her breasts her father had called too small to nurse a babe. Had her sire not oft told her that she looked much like a poorly fed orphan? How often had she been reminded that he would be hard-pressed indeed to find her a spouse? Ingratitude it had been surely that had made her grow up in such an unattractive fashion to challenge her father’s objectives.
But this man seemed to desire her. ‘Twas too much to be believed. Kira straightened her posture with an unfamiliar measure of pride.
Mayhap she was simply the only female hereabouts. That thought eliminated her pleasure. Well enough had Kira heard that men needed a woman regularly to satisfy their desires. ‘Twas evident that she alone was female of the three of them and that no other women had crossed their path these past days.
