Biham gazed at her intensely. His lips twitched a little and then a raged breath escaped his lips. Kinshra was such a beautiful fae and standing in front of him all alone in the bedroom, he could see her pale blush that was reflected in the fire of the hearth. He cursed himself for the millionth time to reject her under Menkar's dark magic. If only he knew about it, he would have killed Menkar that time and also Sirrah. Maybe he would have killed Sirrah first and then some more.
She tilted her head as she watched him stare at her. "What is it, King Biham?" she repeated her question as she pulled her braid over her shoulder and played with it. Then she turned to go to the other end of the bedroom and stood against the window whose gauzy curtains fluttered gently with the breeze.
