She was standing close now, close enough that he could smell her perfume—something exotic and expensive that spoke of wealth and privilege. Her fingers traced along the stone parapet, a seemingly innocent gesture that drew attention to the elegant curve of her hands.
"Perhaps you might suggest some... diversion?" she asked, her voice dropping to a more intimate register.
"I'm sure a man of your experience knows all the fortress's hidden corners."
Darian recognized the game she was playing—had, in fact, witnessed her employ similar tactics on countless occasions over the years.
Elizabeth was a master of seduction, using her beauty and wit as weapons as effective as any blade.
But he was not some untested boy to be dazzled by pretty words and perfume.
"I'm afraid my duties keep me occupied," he replied, his tone remaining strictly professional. "Perhaps Lady Raelana might suggest appropriate entertainments. She seems to have integrated well with the fortress's social activities."
