Chapter 47
- Her expression changed as he said that. Snatching up the frayed sponge, she grabbed the bucket of cold wash water from the floor and, in a posture of clear fury, knelt down. He watched her slender, delectable body, wearing only the tiny slip of pink silk, moving back and forth on all fours as she scrubbed the floor. His mouth went dry.
- Illyra looked up.
- “Enjoying the show?” she said coldly. "I hope you are."