Dahozhoni Meadow Pearl

He watched her retreat, his posture still, large shoulders rolling and straightening. His smile faded into the shadow of a darker thought, one he didn't fully understand yet, but the crackling hunger that had flared when she spoke of Nefer had been undeniable.

His tail lashed once, barely a flicker in the air.

But as the woman disappeared from his sight, the small flicker of warmth she had offered was replaced by the phantom presence of Nefer—of the tangled, half-forgotten feelings that he could no longer disentangle.

And though his mind had been fixed on Nefer's image, Samirseti could not suppress the twisted knot in his chest.

But he would wait. He had nothing but time now.