Black fog swirled in arcs of smooth, spiraling magic. Cold wind poured from within, carrying the scent of iron, frost, and old oaths. Dominic glanced back once at his room — the one where he had made so many decisions, where dreams had died and steel had been drawn.
Lady Fares stepped into his way. He slammed against her robust breasts which gave him a lovely feel. He wantedti stay on it but Fares was here for business.
"We need to talk." Lady Fares said bluntly. She had switched to the deadly Queen she was. Dominic tripped backwards and adjusted himself.
"What about? Coris?" Dominic asked curiously. Lady Fares waved her hand in affirmation.
"Something bigger. There is danger Dominic. She is planning to kill you." Dominic stared at her in shock.
For a second he could not move his lips. He wasn't shocked that Lady Fares knew or that Coris was attempting to kill him. He was shocked at the way he was feeling horny towards her.
