His expression revealed nothing as he lifted the ring free and slid it onto his finger.
The metal caught the light as he turned his hand slightly, studying it in silence, his features carefully schooled into an unreadable mask. For a long moment, he said nothing, the room filled only with that measured stillness that made it impossible to know what thoughts moved behind his eyes.
Nheera stepped closer.
She took advantage of his distraction, closing the small distance between them with ease. Her fingers trailed down his shoulder, slow and unhurried, following the familiar path along the length of his arm in a languid caress. The touch was careful, each movement calculated to seduce, to remind him of pleasures once freely given.
To entice.
