“On Rashearim, they called women like her temptresses. Able to seduce anyone with a flick of their gaze, a finger, or a soft smile. She was the embodiment of a temptress, and I ached for her no matter what she wore or how she spoke. All she had to do was look at me, and I was hard for her. She caught me up in the wildfire that was her, and I burned happily, but I feared I could not give her what she wanted.”
