Lion Head Mesa Thlípsi

Tamar’s teeth snipped and Arsenio pulled away with surprise. He could not help but chuckle at her chiding tone, the way she stood her ground was admirable. The Greek narrowed his eyes at the way he was addressed but he did nothing to correct her.

The woman went on to say that it was he who was indecent. Arsenio would not say that she was wrong, not entirely. He was unabashed in the way he allowed his gaze to travel her frame, the striking highlights that colored her figure. Cavorting with the girl was not all that filled his head. She was in a den of lions, after all.

Tamar moved to leave him, to make her way past his prying eyes and into the warmth of the merry wolves. Arsenio followed her, stepping so that he might breathe in the fragrance of flowers that she left. She wished for him to look upon someone else, but he did not want that for himself.

I do not want to look at others. I wish only to look at you, Arsenio breathed to her, his tone hushed. The faraó has only forbidden me from cavorting with his betrothed, this was said teasingly. A breath of a laugh fell from the Greek’s lips. As they drew further away from the privacy they had shared only moments before, the mercenary quickened his pace and called out to her in a breathless voice, please, wait. Tamar!


Arsenio stopped his pursuit.