Lion Head Mesa Anhur

The flower moved to his side and pressed tightly to it. She could feel the movement of his muscles beneath their brief closeness. Kasmut noted that he was stronger than he might have appeared the first time she’d let her eyes fall on him. It made him more appealing to her, more thrilling to be near, and she could not explain why. Nevertheless, as they moved along the narrow steps of the mesa, she was pleased that Sakai was there to protect her.

Once they had crossed to the other side, Kasmut breathed a sigh of relief and glanced toward him. Her breathing was heavier than it needed to be, but she wished to convey that she had been concerned for herself and for his safety.

I am pleased you were not flattened, she spoke with a shy voice, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. I would have been saddened not to see you. Such a brave man. The soft light of her gaze latched onto his features and hung there.