He glances over at Lady Ashford, her eyes glued to the passing scenery. She seems oblivious to the turmoil inside him, her expression serene and composed. But he knows better. He can see the way her breasts rise and fall with every breath, the way her legs are crossed just so, hinting at the desire she's trying to keep hidden. He wonders if she's thinking about the night before, about the way she came apart in his arms.
After what feels like an eternity, the carriage finally lurches to a stop. The sounds of the city of Kuli drift in through the windows, the bustle of merchants and the clank of steel from the nearby barracks. Theo's heart races at the thought of what lies ahead.
