Aishvara's last words were still hanging in the room when Jax followed her eyes.
The air went wrong first.
Pink mist shoved out of empty space and hung there long enough to matter. When it thinned, a woman was standing in it.
She did not have Aishvara's heavy, ruin-your-focus kind of body.
What she had was worse in a quieter way, an hourglass cut so sharp it looked unfair, a waist a man could almost span with both hands, and a soft set of abs sitting under it like she had been built to be stared at and then touched.
Her tits sat high on that frame. Her hips flared just enough to make the thin middle look filthy.
The face did the rest without trying, the kind of face that made a man forget he was supposed to be looking anywhere else.
Two thin horns hid under black hair bound in a waterfall braid, and the braid made her look even more like something borrowed from a temple.
The beauty died for Jax the second those green eyes found him naked and looked at him with disgust.
