Lion Head Mesa aguila

belen did not answer. she fell upon the food, devouring anything in her reach without abandon. her mouth, her chest, smeared in rich fat and blood. the girl licked the latter from her jaws and turned her mind back upon pharaoh. the idea of him filled her chest with a nameless guttural fear. "he wants something." the words had broken from her despite belen's want to hold them back. she stared at kasmut for the hundredth time. imagine him magnified. a chill climbed the base of her spine. "the reina. the queen. is she his wife?"