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later, dawn spread its coral fingers across the sky outside his open window, and Aru still had not found sleep.

Chapter Four
    Viera was in the kitchen, humming a tune from her girlhood and shoveling fried egg-bread, bacon and barley porridge into the two children, when Aru finally deigned to come downstairs. Her stomach leapt when she saw him checking on Inella through the open door of the infirmary. She watched him from the corner of her eye, noted the downward turn of his mouth and the pale, purple-gray circles beneath his eyes. Her smile widened. A rough night for the healer.
    Viera, on the other hand, had slept the sleep of the innocent, dreamless and deep, and had awakened this morning with a newfound optimism. Aru’s visit to her room last night was the single, most exciting sexual encounter of her life. With the weight of his gaze on her, her own touch had become the perfect proxy for his hands on her body, and his cock stroking deep inside her heat.
    She shook her head as blood rushed to her hairline, and turned back to the stove so the children wouldn’t see her stupid grin. She was no stranger to masturbation. Her sexual appetites had always been extreme, and even in her line of work, she had sometimes required the attentions of her own fingers to find release. But touching herself had never felt so intense, so pleasurable, so thrilling as it had last night, with him watching. God, just the sight of him—the flawless skin of his torso, smooth and taut over layered muscle and sinew, the thickness of his cock, pale and hard as polished marble under his stroking fingers. His body so different from that of an Anduni man, hairless and firm, his flesh unblemished, his nipples like dark berries against the white expanse of his chest. His eyes were hard and bright as gemstones—topaz and obsidian—glittering in the candle’s glow as he sought out all her secrets. And when his come had spattered her thighs, an orgasm took her that had shaken her right down to her toes.
    She wondered how much better it would be with Aru’s own hands stroking her, his lips on her own, on her cunt, his cock buried deep inside her. And she planned to find out. Aru might not know it yet, but he was already hers. His visit last night had given her the perfect opportunity to seduce him, and she was not disposed to let it pass her by. By the time she was finished with him, he’d be her willing slave.
    She didn’t hear him enter—he could move in total silence when he wished—but she could feel him behind her, his presence like trailing fingers on the nape of her neck. She struggled to wipe the smug grin from her lips and turned. His scowl had not moved, and his gaze slid past her as if it would not be caught.
    â€œYour eyes are weird!” Vin observed loudly around a mouthful of honey-soaked egg-bread.
    Viera slapped a hand to her mouth, but the laugh was out before she could snatch it back. Aru’s glance flicked to her face, then away.
    Krista glowered at her brother. “Vin!”
    Vin stuck his bottom lip out. “Well, they are.”
    â€œHow are they weird?” Aru asked, a thread of weary amusement working its way into his tone. He sat opposite Vin and gave him a stare that would have had most people running for the door.
    Vin just grinned and stuck his tongue out at his sister. “They’re different colors,” he told Aru.
    â€œAh, but among my people, it is those with eyes of the same color who are unusual.”
    â€œReally?” Vin seemed skeptical.
    Aru placed his hand over his heart. “On my honor.”
    â€œOh.”
    Viera set a platter of egg-bread and bacon in front of Aru. He took a honey-soaked slab in his fingers and devoured it as if starving.
    â€œMy gram says you’re fallen,” Vin announced.
    â€œVin!” Krista shrilled, her eyes flying in horror to Aru’s face.
    Aru just winked at her before turning back to Vin. “Your