Moments later, they were inside a royal chamber—minimalistic, yet royal. Simple gold and ivory furnishings gleamed in the soft light of hanging lanterns, and from the side, a woman observed them with amused, golden eyes.
The legendary tomb raider, Ismera Ramses.
The mother of the Blind Saint.
She was fresh out of a bath, steam still rising from her olive skin, clad in an elegant bath robe as she sipped from a glass of deep crimson wine.
There was power to this woman.
Zainah, thoroughly embarrassed, squirmed out of Sett's hold, standing stiffly at his side. Internally, she cursed him with every cuss word she knew—which, frankly, only amounted to five.
Bastard, rascal, idiot, fool, donkey!
I am still in my sleeping clothes, damn it!
"Why did you bring her here, Sett?" Ismera asked with a smile.
