Nidia was bewildered. Was the drow begging to be hit? Nidia found no reason to do so. He had been a perfect servant who had attended to her every need and want splendidly. His loyalty seemed assured. Nidia did not sense any danger of him betraying her and stabbing her in the back.
Maybe this was simply the way of the drow. After all, these were fallen dark elves they were talking about. These creatures shunned the glorious warm light of the sun. Who knew what they liked or did not like?
Nidia lifted her hand and hesitated as she stared at Ysilnod’s bare back. She had no idea where she should hit him.
Her eyes traced the scratches on his shoulders, counted the bumps on his spine, then dipped at his waist before rising to meet the smooth curve of his firm buttocks.
She had to avoid his c
