“Right,” I whispered, feeling my cheeks flame and not from sunburn.
She reached out a hand and touched my knee and she did this while laughing.
I, on the other hand, sighed.
She’d just leaned back when the cham flaps slapped open and my eyes went to it to see Lahn bending to enter.
And again, here we go.
I braced for him to be rude, bark orders and ignore me.
But he did not do this.
His eyes came right to me and then he did. Right in front of everyone, he carefully turned me (and Ghost, who made a purry mew and looked up at him) toward the side of the bed and then he leaned into me, fists on either side, body bent down at the waist, face super close.
Then he spoke softly.
“Erm…” Diandra whispered, “your king asks how you are.”
He didn’t take his eyes from mine as Diandra translated and I couldn’t take mine from his.
“I’m fine,” I said softly and Diandra translated, speaking one word.
Lahn spoke more and Diandra interpreted, “Did you do as you were told and rest?”
“Uh… yes,” I replied.
“Meena,” Diandra said.
“Good,” Lahn rumbled then said more words.
When he was done, Diandra spoke. “When you take lunch, he wants you to take more medicine. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Good,” he repeated on another rumble then spoke more.
He had finished talking and Diandra didn’t translate for a few seconds then she said haltingly and with humor in her voice, “Your king wants to be between your legs tonight, Dahksahna Circe. He commands you get better in order that that can be so.”
My eyes got wide, my cheeks again flamed and I snapped, “Lahn!”
He grinned at me, totally unrepentant.
“I change my mind, you’re not sweet in this cham,” I declared irately, Diandra translated and Lahn’s hand moved swiftly, cupping me at the back of my neck, he squeezed hard as he threw his head back and roared with laughter. “I wasn’t being amusing,” I informed him, Diandra translated and his waning laughter instantly waxed.
Brute!
I was glaring at him when his eyes came to me. He took one look and the smile remained fixed to his face. Then he spoke.
Diandra interpreted, “It is clear my tigress feels well or at least well enough to bare her claws.”
“Damn straight,” I snapped, Lahn grinned and Diandra asked, sounding perplexed, “Pardon, my queen?”
“He’s absolutely right!” I snapped again, Diandra translated and Lahn chuckled.
Then his face sobered and he whispered, “Neesoo, kah rahna fauna.”
“Rest, my golden doe,” Diandra whispered and I pulled in a breath but even though I tried to keep up the glare, I knew my face had gone soft.