Sastra glared at the man as his gaze lifted to her own once more. She arched a brow, challenging his liberty to look upon her with such open desire.
‘I’m sure that the Rodan, can hold his own, over whatever charms I may possess,’ Sastra replied after a heartbeat.
Dom smirked and sat back in his chair, taking a large swig of his drink, ‘I wouldn’t be so sure,’ he grinned into the glass.
‘Then he is possessed of less wit than I suspect,’
‘Or you of greater charm,’ Dominion replied and flicked a glance at the end of the table again. Sasta turned, finding her gaze landing upon Kivan. He held her stare, his own eyes dark and intense as he looked between her, and his friend.
‘Oh enough!’ Dom laughed and waved in the direction of the Rodan, as though he’d heard something that the man had
