Lion Head Mesa thirty-seventh

the prince matched taltos' berry with one of his own in perhaps some shade of answering male challenge.

as senmut felt himself drawn below the delicious net of the fermented fruit, he watched swan more openly. perhaps the man who was her companion would think it want, but the priest was only fascinated by this quicker mirror into himself.

"speak without fear, friend," he said, his throat ending the words with a trailing of rich laughter as his pupils slowly dilated.