![]() ![]() True to his men's words, Darius claimed his seat at the head of the table without a smile or a scowl. Every male present whipped his focus to his food, as if roasted fowl had suddenly become the most fascinating thing the gods had ever created. Silence clamped tight fingers around the chamber. ![]() One warrior caught sight of him and quickly alerted the others. He smelled only ash, tasted nothing more than air, and saw only black-and-white. The tantalizing aroma of sweetmeats and fruit should have wafted to his nostrils, but over the years his sense of smell, taste and color had deteriorated. He moved toward the long, rectangular dining table. Crystal ceilings towered above, reflecting the tranquillity of seawater that enclosed their great city. Along the windows, gauzy drapes whisped delicately. The ebony floors gleamed clean and black, the perfect contrast for the dragon-carved ivory walls. The latter was met with a round of rumbling male chuckles.ĭarius en Kragin stepped inside the spacious dining hall, his gaze methodically cataloging his surroundings. "I'd say all he needs is a few good hours of bed sport, but I'm not even sure he knows what his cock is for." "When Grayley accidentally stabbed Darius's thigh with a six-pronged razor, our leader didn't even blink." ![]()
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