Lion Head Mesa goddess-born [m]

Toula—

In one leonine rush she became the entirety of his world. He forgot about Ta-senet and his brothers, forgot about the palace and the courtiers, forgot about their enemies and their children and the Gods. Only her eyes mattered, her paws, the insistence of her dance as she joined them.

Rashepses snaked a paw over each glistening curve, coming to hold the side of her face in the strong grasp of his hand.

“Tell me, meryt,” he murmured, voice thick— shaking with pleasure.