Lion Head Mesa and the rights that they abused

a lilt in the man's voice, soft and sweet like juniper on the summer air. qiao noted it dryly.

he said that. qiao confirmed, wondering what this boy was to the imperator. he looked a little young for germanicus' taste, and he was not of soldier stock near as she could tell. long ago she had learned men's predilections could pan towards predatory. whatever crowfeather was to germanicus, it was only of interest to qiao if she could use it.

what is he to you? she queried softly, eyes upon him unabashedly.