Lion Head Mesa ashes

tamar's tan eyes shot to his face. it was finely made and in an assured way, far from the way her own features lay. "because i am a good servant." it was the only proper answer to the thing that arsenio had asked.

who was he to command her? her gaze demanded as much. she pulled it from him deliberately and looked out across the crimson lengths of territory. entrancing him. "and i am not one of their pleasure objects," tamar pointed out. "go to jawahir and see if that one will entertain a guard."

was there caliber in being assigned to the queen? tamar did not know and did not hope to know.