The warrior’s hand closed around Ayla’s wrist. “Not now,” she said with a sigh which sounded regretful. “And stop trying to manipulate me with sex. It won’t work.”
“Are you sure?” Ayla flashed a bright smile and for a moment, looked many hundreds of years younger than her age, her left brow raised in a playful, inviting expression which Kira seemed to find difficult to resist.