Two Eyes Cenote sand & lapis

“And then you miraculously escaped,” comes Eset’s dark, viper’s voice. When Khusobek glances she shoots him a wary look. He echoes her own fears in the danger this fugitive invites to their doorstep. Perhaps even purposefully. She had little way of knowing Akashingo’s full history, and with recent attacks on both palaces she could not rule out the verge of a wider plot. It was her duty to think broadly now.

Machiavelli’s eyes are tempestuous. She feels the crystallized edge of his glare when they find her face and she strives to shut out the feel of his ruined body beneath her palm. Instead she finds her stolidity, sculpting herself once more into amber stone.

“Please continue,” he is prompted.