Inside the dimly lit caravan, the weight of violent deaths still pressed on Kai like a chokehold.
The scent of sawdust and spiced incense lingered in the air. Vesper stood before him, firelight from a small lantern dancing across her olive skin.
Her hips swayed unconsciously, the natural rhythm of a performer who could never stay still.
"You look like you're about to break," she whispered, stepping closer.
"Let me help you forget for a while."
Before Kai could answer, Vesper began to move.
This wasn't her stage performance. This was slower, more intimate, a private dance meant only for him.
She rolled her hips in hypnotic circles, her hands gliding up her own body, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her full breasts.
Each movement caused the silk scarf around her hips to slip lower.
