28
- 28 -
Shae drifted in that comfortable stage between wakefulness and sleep. The air was heavy with hormones and sweat, the kind of atmosphere she’d grown to appreciate rather than actively enjoy.
Erinya groaned and shifted to one side. “I don’t know about you two, but I could do with a drink after that. Coffee? I’ll start a fresh brew.”
She slid from the bed, and Shae watched her walk from the room, noticed the twist of her hips, the placement of her feet. Such a fine actress, that one—even post-coital, she still played her part. And, of course, she still had the body for it. She never openly spoke of procedures, either, playing a subtle game to leave others wondering how much was natural.
“You won’t be offended if I grab a shower, will you?” Millarov asked, and the concern on h
