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The woman obeyed, lured back like a fish on a line. Sihaya tucked his feet under him, tightening his posture. The effect he had on her was not lost on the adder, and he regarded her closely like a mad scientist would, rather than a wanting, hungry man.

“What do you believe to be Akashingo’s greatest weakness?” he asked. “I do hope you’ll be candid with me,” Sihaya added.