People looked.
And once they looked, they couldn't stop.
Right now, however, Heena remained blissfully, dangerously unaware of the storm she was stirring.
She was far too consumed by her personal war against the suffocating heat to notice the dozens of gazes quietly locking onto her.
The icy water she had dumped over herself had soaked straight through the thin linen of her robe. The damp fabric clung shamelessly to her frame, tracing the gentle slope of her shoulders and the hollow of her collarbone, subtly revealing the slender elegance beneath her carefully maintained disguise.
Her skin, already fair, had flushed into a vivid, heat-kissed pink. Damp strands of dark hair clung to her neck. Her lips parted slightly as she exhaled in frustration, lazily fanning herself with diminishing energy.
She looked—
Intoxicating.
Like something sweet and dangerous, placed carelessly within reach.
The entire inn had gone quiet.
