Chapter 5
Somehow Damiskos managed to get the door shut without looking at Helenos. What his own face might have betrayed he had no idea, but he had to hope that between the lamplight behind him and the shadows in the atrium, it had not been much. At least he could be reasonably sure that it hadn’t been dismay or disgust.
The kiss lingered on his senses like a vanished phrase of music, tantalizing and irrecoverable. The cool softness of Varazda’s lips; the tiny, fleeting brush of his fingertips along Damiskos’s jaw; the scent that he wore, citrus and something spicy, neither masculine nor feminine. Damiskos felt a warmth sinking into the core of his being, as if that strange moment echoed in some hollow place inside him.
It had been a long time since anyone kissed him. Years. Not since
