Two Eyes Cenote [m] hard odds to beat when you're on all fours

for the first time in months, inji felt alive.
she had seen hardly a patron since the coronation began. eset was always favored for her body and mind! and khusobek — khusobek. it was as if he was afraid of her, as if she had been tainted by the way rashepses had held her.
and perhaps she had been.
but talisman did not know the semer-wati; talisman knew only what inji said to him, a caricature of who she was, of what she did here. he was not a man of the palace, not yet, and what she saw in the warmth of his cheeks and the set of his lips was the tiniest sliver of free will, of spontaneity, of throwing caution to the wind and saying fuck it —
fuck it.
she inches toward his face and boldly slings an arm around his shoulder. well, she breathes, the lavender eyes darkening, desire coiling tight in her belly. you have the opportunity now.