She looked at her sister properly. She had not meant to but she did, taking in the full picture of Meeka in the low amber light of the alcove with the kind of attention she generally reserved for things she needed to catalogue and remember.
Meeka was beautiful. Sanna had always known this in the abstract, the way you know things about people you grew up beside, but she had never seen her like this. Her white dress was pulled off one shoulder, the neckline drawn down so that one breast was fully bare, pale and full, the n****e dark and wet from Dorvan's mouth. Her dark hair had come loose from its pins and fell against the stone wall behind her. Her cheeks were flushed deep, color running down her throat and chest, and her lips were swollen from kissing and parted around each breath. She l
