“Congratulations,” the Persian woman purred into Kira’s ear.
Kira turned away from the latrines, astonished to find anyone else awake in the silent camp. The Persian woman smiled knowingly. “I told you that you were too pretty for war fodder. And no doubt was left that Black Wind was choosing you as his woman.”
Kira felt her brows rise. “Indeed, the deed could not have been missed.” She knew her tone was sour but concentrated on adjusting her chalwar.
chalwar.The other woman gripped her arm, and Kira glanced up in surprise.
“Do you not know what he did?”
“Aye.” Kira winced. “I know exactly what he did.”
The woman smothered a smile. “Nay, Kira, not that. You do understand that ’tis their way to stake a claim before witnesses?” she added in a lower tone.
Kira felt her eyes widen. “I d
