Kira’s fingertips rose to her lips in wonder as the warrior strode from sight.
’Twas not possible. She quivered inside with that same tension he had roused in her before. But the evidence he had given her was undeniable.
The man desired her. Her. Kira of Tiflis with her scarred back. With her breasts her father had called too small to nurse a babe. Had her sire not often told her that she looked much like a poorly-fed orphan? How often had she been reminded that he would be hard-pressed to find her a spouse, given her appearance? It had been ingratitude surely that had compelled her to be so unattractive as to defy her father’s objectives.
But this man desired her. ’Twas too much to be believed. Kira straightened her posture with a new increment of pride.
Perhaps she was the only femal
