Shera & Armand Part 1
I lifted my gaze from the glittering crystal knight between my fingers and found Armand’s jade-colored eyes studying my face. His black silk turban framed his face like clouds of night, casting shadows across the evening desert light pouring in behind him. The heat was finally fading and a breeze lifted the fine blond hair that stuck to my forehead.
“It’s your turn,” I said.
His ruddy lips curled. “I know. But I have already won, and I do not want the game to finish.”
My jaw jutted out before I could stop it. “So sure?”
His smile glowed between shadows as he reached forward with long brown fingers. Without looking away from me, he picked up his King and moved it to checkmate mine.
I blew out a sigh through grumpy lips. “I don’t know why I play with you.”
“Because I am a startlingly handsome prince and I asked you?”
I took a sip of chilled shiraz wine his servant had left at my elbow. “No, I think I’m just bored.”
He leaned back and steepled his fingers. “Someone as pretty as you should never be bored.”
I tried to smile, but it came out a smirk. “Is that what you tell yourself in the mirror every morning?”
He turned his head slightly so the light caught his eyes and they seemed to glow. How many times had he given this exact shouldering look to a woman who sat in my chair?
“Accept my offer of marriage, and I assure you, Shera, you will no longer be bored.”
My face flashed hot, and I rolled my eyes. “How many times do I have to say this? I’m not marrying anyone until I figure out which world I came from.”
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