Ananchel stood, arms crossed, pushing her ample breasts upward in the leather bustier she was wearing. She looked Candra up and down appraisingly with her ruby lips pursed. Candra was concerned about the way Draven seemed to be able to read her like a morning newspaper; surely he would see the difference in her today. She could see he suspected it last night, and she was sure today he would be able to confirm his suspicions. He would know her feelings toward Sebastian had changed.The door pinged and began to close, yet Candra couldn’t make herself move forward. A black stiletto heeled boot stopped the movement, and the door slid back again.“This is an unfamiliar side of you, Candra,” Ananchel observed as Candra hesitantly exited the doorway. “I don’t recall every seeing you so unsure.”“You don’t know me very well then, Ananchel. I’m unsure about everything.”Flame-hair hummed in contemplation and released the door, making Candra jump when the thump of metal meeting metal echoed through the long corridor.“Jumpy too,”
