Chapter 9Markle agreed to Frye’s odd request. The dancer was acting even more strangely today, but there was no reason to deny his request. Seeing his lute in Frye’s hands had sparked a sort of jealous rage within him. He wasn’t sure if he was mad at Frye for touching his lute, or mad at his lute for being touched by Frye. The remembered caresses of Frye’s fingers on Markle’s chin suggested the latter.
He thought back to yesterday, when he was trying to match the tempo to Frye’s dancing. His mind brought up the images of Frye’s movements, the sensual sways, the elegant kicks, the raging desire evident in his eyes.
Markle translated all those emotions onto his lute. It wasn’t the exact same as yesterday, but his feelings came through. The same sort of pining, of wanting the dancer in a ph
