Two Eyes Cenote do i at least remind you of every girl that made you mad?

"it does not have to be loveless, zaahira." khusobek sought the physical not only for himself but for the pleasure of those he bedded. it was mutual, not only a selfish release, and he knew it would be so also for zaahira.

a cat. khusobek's muscles tightened and his sickness fell away as the guardian's instinct filled the mind and body.

he feinted toward the cat with a loud snarl, shoulders bunched with honed cord as he attempted to startle it.