It was a modest house, considering her father's means, but it served her family well enough, built against the back wall of her father's paper shop. The path leading to the front door was warded.Not that Rojer was paying much attention. He walked slightly behind Leesha, so he could gaze at her without her noticing. Her pale skin was a sharp contrast to her night-black hair, and her eyes were the color of sky on a clear day. His eyes drifted over her curves.Leesha turned to him suddenly, and Rojer started, quickly raising his eyes.'Thanks again for doing this, Rojer,' Leesha said.As if Rojer could refuse Leesha anything. 'It's hardly a chore to sit through a meal, even if your mother's cooking could try a coreling's teeth,' he said.'For you, maybe,' Leesha said. 'If I show up alone, she 'll plague me until I'm ready to spit over when I'm going to find a husband. With you there, she may at least cover her fangs. Perhaps she 'll even take us for a pair and draw off entirely.'Rojer looked at her, his heart stopping.
