Chapter 4: In the Bed of Aguilar“Enough.”
Did she only imagine it or was there truly a hint of laughter in Aguilar’s voice? She felt the weight of his hand on her head, then his fingers wove into her hair and he tugged to lift her head. Not hard enough to hurt, yet it made her rise quickly lest it become painful. She sat back on her heels, and on the encouragement of that trace of a laugh, raised her gaze to look into his face.
Yes, there was amusement in his eyes, more amber now than the black she had thought them to be.
He slightly tilted his head and looked back at her. “I think I will call this slave Jayla.”
She struggled to contain her start. Does he know my name? Does he choose one so similar to taunt me or to comfort me? She sucked in a quick breath, filling her lungs with his s
