From the instant Altair had settled his eyes on Sterling Vahn, a strong disdain permeated his being. He could all but feel the man's envy towards him, including that supple sense of fear. Fear not brought by personal power but by who or what backed him—House Nier.
The Count was a handsome man, a bit scrawny but handsome, with sandy blond hair that complimented his icy blue eyes. Tall, though two heads shorter than Altair. He was transcendent, yet he wore his emotions like a dress. It seemed a waste that such a man held such power but thought with his cock.
Ashara's girls were good. They could no doubt capture even some gods, but that didn't matter to Altair. How could it?
"Debt," Altair said slowly, deliberately. "Myra, was it?"
"Myra Cendara," said Sterling hastily. The distress was quite evident. "Skin as pale as the moon, eyes as red as blood, a petite nose, almond-shaped eyes, and…."
