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"Reynard."

"Cytheria." Reynard looked at her with the corners of his mouth curling upwards.

Cytheria coolly dropped her gaze down to her riding dress and slowly smoothed a few of the creases. On most woman the act would have been a simple cleansing gesture, but on Cytheria it was an act of cool sensuality. Nial's wife, who couldn't take her eyes off of this new woman now that she had stolen Reynard's attention, was convinced that Cytheria made sure that each crease started at her breasts and made their way down her foolishly slender waist.

"I wasn't sure you'd come." Reynard said idling rubbing the black stubble on his cheek. "It's been a long time."

"It has. The time was right. In this I think we can all agree."