Master of Crows by Grace Draven

Author:Grace Draven
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Published: 2011-11-16T11:57:33.707000+00:00

Silhara cursed and clipped off a cluster of oranges, almost snipping his fingers in the process. Such domestic contentment didn’t suit him. He did well enough at Neith with only Gurn and Cael for company. However, when Martise called him for their midday meal, he joined her eagerly.

The bowl of soup she set in front of him was fragrant with vegetables and herbs. Busy placing bread, butter and the tea kettle on the table, she missed his appreciative sigh.

She handed him a spoon. “I thought you might prefer this today. There’s also wine, if you want to risk it.”

His stomach balked at the thought of the wine, but he managed to consume half the pot of soup and a loaf of bread. Martise no longer stared at him in wide-eyed astonishment. She was used to his appetite and sipped her bowl of soup while he devoured his.

She refilled his tea cup. “I’ve prepared the room two doors down from yours. It’s the only one with a bed still usable. There’s water in the pitcher and cloths if your guest wishes to clean up when they arrive. I also cleaned the mirror, though there’s nothing to be done about the crack.

He scowled into his teacup at the persistent sense of guilt. She was neither his wife nor his mistress. Just another servant in his household. Like Gurn. Would she be so accommodating if she knew his guest was a houri brought to entertain him for an evening?

She was in the midst of clearing away the table while he finished off the pot of tea when Cael suddenly let loose another round of barking.

“I’m going to kill that damn dog.”

The creak of wagon wheels announced Gurn’s return. Silhara braced himself for more of Gurn’s disapproval and wasn’t disappointed. The giant entered the kitchen, a thundercloud of condemnation on his normally affable face.

“Gurn, welcome back!” Martise’s cheerful greeting only served to darken his visage even more. “Why didn’t you come through the front door?”

Silhara heard the puzzlement in her voice. His eyes widened when the servant ushered his companion into the kitchen. A soft gasp from Martise punctuated his own surprise.

Gurn didn’t bring home just any houri. Silhara gaped at the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Long, black hair artfully arranged and held with jeweled clips was swept back to fall in thick curls down her back. Smooth, honey skin begged to be caressed. Her face was exquisite, with a slender nose and vermillion-painted lips that curved into a come-hither smile and highlighting delicate cheekbones. Her green eyes were skillfully outlined in kohl, enhancing their exotic shape. She had a body to make a man’s mouth water, small-boned and generously curved. A plethora of sheer, brightly colored scarves draped her form. Except for her height and dainty build, she was Martise’s complete antithesis. And she must have cost him a fortune.

The houri bowed, her small hands clasped together as if in prayer. “It is an honor to be summoned to serve you, Master of Neith.

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