Night fell over the caravan like a horny blanket.
Melisa watched Isabella gyrate around the campfire. Her cousin's hips moved in ways that pulled eyes in and refused to let them go. Kimiko joined her daughter, and suddenly the guards weren't even pretending to patrol.
"Your family has interesting traditions," Aria observed.
"That's not tradition. That's Tuesday."
They sat apart from the chaos, sharing a log that put them a tad closer than necessary. Aria had changed from her riding leathers into looser travel clothes. Still criminally attractive.
"Shouldn't you be mingling?" Melisa asked. "Royal presence and all that?"
"I prefer watching." Aria sipped from a flask. "People reveal more when they think you're not paying attention."
"Like what?"
"Your warrior hasn't taken her eyes off you since we stopped."
Melisa glanced over. Sirah sat across the camp, supposedly sharpening her sword. But yeah, those blue eyes tracked Melisa's every movement.
