For a warm day, Sastra felt all the warmth in her body slipping away. Any strange sense of attraction to the man before her, quashed. She lifted her chin once more, pulling her shoulders back. Even if it felt strange to act regal whilst she was standing in bare feet.
‘I am not married,’ she said the words slowly, clearly and firm. Holding Kivan’s dark gaze with her own. She was angry, and knew that it showed on her face. She could feel it in the tightness of her limbs, the pulses of what felt light lightning in her fingertips.
Kivan’s grin only expanded, he looked around the tent before turning and moving away from her. Carpets had been laid out over the forest floor, part of the tent curtained off with a sweep of dark burgundy fabric. To the right, was a wooden writing desk, set upon t
