Keep walking, i***t. Or at least say something.
But he literally couldn’t make his body move or his tongue speak.
Seke, normally as sharp and attentive as they come, didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he just thought Erick was ogling. “Tara, this is Master Erick, Prince Zander’s business and trade advisor.”
Mina lowered her blue-violet eyes—so much like her father’s—and dropped into a demure curtsy. “Pleased to meet you, Master Erick.”
Veck, he loved hearing his name on her tongue. He’d been sorry he hadn’t given it to her before. But what is her game?
His breath scraped into his chest. He stepped forward on wooden legs and bent his arm at a ninety degree angle in the traditional Zandian greeting. “The pleasure is mine, Lady Tara.”
“Tara escaped from Aurelia where she was a house-slave
