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offered a relief from the hot days of
Raasa.
         Vaan shoved
his leathers down his legs and kicked off his boots. When he climbed into the
bed, he expected the relaxing touch of his sheets. Instead, his hand landed on
soft flesh and his knee entangled with a slender limb.
         “Hettel!”
Vaan cursed and jumped from the bed. He rolled along the floor and came up with
his sword unsheathed and prepared to greet the enemy.
         Startled blue
eyes blinked up at him. “Be at ease, Overlord.” Pitch black hair fell about her
face and pooled in her lap. The voice low and lyrical flowed around him.
         “Neera, why
are you here?” The sheet slid to her waist, revealing bountiful breasts tipped
with dark berry colored nipples. Vaan remembered well the feel of those soft
mounds against his chest when they’d shared bed play.
         Neera tipped
her dark head to the side and smiled shyly, “I thought to welcome you. All hail
the Overlord.”
         Vaan lowered
his weapon and grimaced. He tried to imagine Mikayla waiting naked in his bed
and calling him by his title. A grin stretched his lips. Never. Never
would his mate call him such. Most especially not when they sought their pleasure
of one another.
        Neera must
have taken his grin for pleasure because she eased back on the bed among the
blue linen, exposing her nude torso. Her hands rested palms up by her head and
she stared intently at the ceiling.
         Vaan dragged
a hand through his hair and placed his sword on the side table. She flinched at
the sound of metal striking wood but never turned in his direction. He
approached the bed and studied her pose. When he’d taken her to his bed in the
past, she’d assume similar positions for his pleasure. Now, his toqa remained
soft along his thigh, his interest not stirred in the least.
         Three years
ago, he’d slept with Neera for three cycles and relieved himself frequently. Theirs
had been a union of mutual agreement. She carried the favor of the Overlord and
he’d appeased his sexual hungers.
    In his mind’s eye,
Vaan envisioned Mikayla brushing her hair at the cluttered side table by their
bed. Head tilted to the side, she would smile in humor at his attempts to speak
her language. Naked or clothed, images of Mikayla brought him to hardness time
and time again.
         “Overlord?” Neera’s
voice rose on the end of his title.
         Shaking away
such arousing thoughts less she think he was tempted, Vaan reached out and
pulled the covers over her body. “You must dress and leave, Neera.”
         She jerked
from his touch with a soft cry. When she sat up, tears glistened on her lashes
and her brows lowered in a frown. “I am sorry, Overlord. I knew not what to do.”
She climbed from the bed and dropped to her knees inches from his bare feet. “I
will accept whatever punishment you deem.”
         The curtain
of her hair shielded her face while she bared her body before him. Vaan puzzled
over her words and thought long over what she spoke. When he reached a
conclusion, anger began a slow course through his veins. “Were you in league
with my uncle Dakar and Warlord Thenl?” Vaan’s fingers curled to fists at his
side and awaited her response. He didn’t know how he’d handle her answer if she’d
participated in such betrayal.
         Neera’s head
shot up. Her full red lips parted. “No!” The answer came strong and adamant
enough for him to believe she spoke truth. “Your mother, the Lady Ashaya,
begged my assistance in the kitchen.”
         And that
explained it. Neera had to be the servant who helped his mother switch the drug
laced wine that left Vaan and his Warlords asleep for three years when
treachery took root in Kaban. “I have no anger for you, Neera.” And he didn’t.
Her actions that night helped save his life. “Your Overlord owes you.” Vaan
paid his debts.
         Neera stood
slowly, providing Vaan an unobstructed view.