I sighed voluptuously and made my glance sultry. “Lord Khentemsemet. It has been so long. I have missed you.” I glanced toward Tommy, who watched in impotent fury.
“Ah, I see you have remembered. I have waited these wide centuries to possess you once more, princeling.”
“Roddy, no!”
“I am Teremun, Englishman,” I told him, then turned my attention back to the high priest. “What need have we of him now?” I flicked my tongue over my lips to moisten them, and slid a palm over the high priest’s chest and up around his neck, pulling his face to mine. “Let him go free. He will never have me, and will that not be a worse punishment than any that could be devised?”
Khentemsemet seemed to hesitate.
“Dismiss your minions,” I suggested, and I rubbed my body along his, somewhat surprised he wasn’t
