Lion Head Mesa spear & sickle

hatshepsuun had been carved from marble: hard-muscled and pale, paler even than her gold-dusted brother who had once ruled this place. inji was neither hard nor pale, and her flowery eyes caught at khusobek more than he would like.

the water was downed, the berries tucked into one side of his jaw. he crushed them one by one beneath his tongue. "i need a diversion from the heat," khusobek told inji, enjoying the way she had moved against him, how her lips were softly parted with tonguetip.