Nice to Think About

“Again, I say, I have a hideous soul,” Shanka said. “I was never the lovely Kana you knew.”

“That’s too bad,” Rastaban said, “because I really did enjoy Kana.” He stepped closer, uncaring of the blade of her dagger. “She had such a lovely mouth.”

That lovely mouth pressed into a thin, angry line. “Even now, after so many of your men have been killed by my women, that’s all you can think about?”

Rastaban said, “That’s not all I can think about. But it certainly is nice to think about.” He leaned down and covered her mouth with his.