“There are not,” Melia admitted without shame, aware of what he was alluding to and suspecting he was attempting to seduce her. She wondered if he would dare make such assumptions about her s****l intimacies if she were noble born instead of a mere Easterling. “I have shared my bed when I met someone I liked enough.”
“That is all I seek to offer you, a night of comfort satisfying your needs and my curiosity. I have never had a woman of the Rayan,” his eyes filled with suggestion.
“I am not Rayan,” she corrected. “I am Nadiran.”
She should have been offended by his offer, but she was not. If she were, she would have never consented to travel with Aeron alone. She was not a maiden untouched. She did not consider herself wanton even though she knew physical intimacy, seeing no need to bind
