Lion Head Mesa books

she swam in the knowledge and gold of her pharaoh. she learned from him in cunning ways, stacking it upon her own prowess.

he kissed her, she turned to preen for a moment at his neck.

i want to watch him for now. another hem is beneficial, if he maintains his schedule. a low croon of laughter in the back of her throat. we'll see how i feel if he slips up again, hm?

she had never imagined herself as a watcher of the religious.