But after the sounds from the bedroom had finally ceased and Maras emerged freshly showered and contented, Devna had a more pressing question for her. “Why give this to me?”
“You’ve been punished enough. We could use a good spy.”
Devna studied her angular face, seeing depth there she’d never suspected. “Why . . . confide so much in me?”
Maras smiled, moving closer. Even sated and cleansed, she still reeked of pheromones powerful enough to overwhelm Devna’s control and arouse her intensely. “You’re quiet,” she said. “We quiet girls should stick together.”
The elite woman’s lips captured hers, and the helpless Devna expected to be taken and used. But though the kiss lasted long, Maras let it end softly and pulled away. She gave Devna a tiny smile loaded with meaning and promise, then slinked away.
Devna stared after her for a long time, reflecting that this unexpected and clandestine supporter could prove very valuable to her career—or potentially very dangerous. Either way, change lay in her future, and she welcomed it.