They’d been interrupted before Kivan could divulge any further information. The large, bear man stepped under the gauze and into the tent. His gaze lingered upon her and she looked away. She would not be ogled. Not by a man she’d seen naked.
Kivan stood at his entry and Sastra joined him on her feet. Looking between the men as they exchanged a few quick words. It was Kivan who turned to her with an open hand.
‘He wants to know if we’ll break camp tonight,’ the Rodan explained, ‘we will not. I intend to remain in Milany longer. Erk, Sastra. Sastra, Erk,’ he gestured between the pair of them, amused as they made eye contact, glowering at one another.
‘Let’s eat,’ Kivan smirked and gestured to the entrance of the tent. Erk ducked beneath the canvas first and Sastra found herself without
