‘Ari?’ Sastra tried to hide the desperation in her voice. She nudged her horse closer to the womans’, staring out at the handful of half-naked men as they stood on the other side of the soldiers Kivan had left behind.
Ari extended her hand and the two women interlocked fingers. There was an entire row of guards and soldiers between her and the handful of men that came from the tribe of Red Sands. Yet, Sastra knew she would feel safer if Kivan were there. As if he alone, would be enough to protect her.
The leader of Red Sands hadn’t moved. His bare feet planted in the ground, he stood in wearing a pair of breaches that hung low about his hips. They seemed to balloon down his legs before tapering down and coming together neatly at the ankle. Yet he hadn’t taken his eyes off of her either.
