“I know you’re just doing this so you have an excuse to woo Kana.” Khouri stood beside Rastaban and watched the men depart in ragged little search parties.
“If she really is General Shanka - and we have every reason to believe she might be - having conquered her off the battlefield will only make conquest in the heat of battle more sweet.” Rastaban’s smile was sun-bright and heartbreaking, and more than one foolish woman in their clan had succumbed to it.
Khouri sighed. “If you say so.”
Rastaban’s laughter was soft, dangerous. “I don’t just say so - I know so.”
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