Nheera's fingers curled slowly against the velvet arm of the settee, her nails digging in just enough to threaten to rip the fabric. The harsh silence that followed Laheir's words was taut and commanding, causing her to vibrate with barely contained rage.
"You dare threaten me in my own chambers?" she asked, her voice low, and menacing, now stripped of every trace of feigned disinterest it once possessed seconds ago. The lazy posture he had met her with had vanished.
She sat upright, spine becoming more rigid, chin lifted as she assessed him from head to toe, in that shrewd way of hers that forcely reminded Laheir of who he was presently dealing with.
But he didn't flinch. He didn't look the least bit intimidated.
