Chapter Thirteen
The air felt heavy, weighing on his lungs. He tried to breathe in deeply, but the cloying scent of the spices used to perfume the air in the palace caught in his throat, and he coughed. Rolling onto his side, Zahrias placed his hands against the overly soft mattress and began to push himself to a sitting position — only to freeze when he saw Lyanna lying there next to him, her mouth lifting in a malicious smile.
“You do look so handsome when you sleep,” she said, then gave a cat-like stretch, one he could tell she’d calculated to show off her curves to their best advantage.
“What did you do?” he demanded, pushing himself up to a sitting position. His head swam. Something in that meal she’d fed him had to have been drugged. Not the wine, he thought. It had tasted safe en
