Rastaban reached for his sword, ready to raise it above his head and call for his men, but her lips twitched into a different kind of smile, and she held up one finger, a universal signal for silence. And then she beckoned.
Rastaban hesitated. She was a general, more ruthless than any man he’d known, but she was still - a woman. And one thing Rastaban had learned, that Rami had never taught him, was how to master a woman. How to bend her completely to his will with just the right words, just the right touch.
So he started forward.
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