Kamira groaned trying to tie her hair with one hand. All the muttering and cursing couldn’t help her, and Veelk had left to see about restocking their supplies with a remark that she didn’t need her hairdo staying in the room. She regretted not having asked Ryell for help, but that, of course, would have brought problems she wasn’t ready to face. It was one thing to keep secrets from a man not worthy of her trust, and another to consciously mislead him into believing she desired intimacy with him.
A knock distracted her, and the hair she was about to pin escaped her fingers.
“By the pact, come in!” Still frustrated with Veelk’s unwillingness to help, she let anger slip into her words. “It’s not like I’d undress myself while you were gone.” Not that Veelk would have been bothered with her
