Chapter 35: Thales of Mikonos

She didn't really care about the priest - not at this moment. She didn't want him dead, but what consumed her thoughts and made her cheeks turn red was the thought of what she and Zain would do in the bedroom. Images sprang into her mind. Images of what Zain would look like naked. He practiced with his sword every day, and he would take off his silver uniform jacket. He had an impressive chest and muscled arms and a narrow waist. His pants fit so tight, she could see the muscles in his legs when he vanquished ghosts with his swords. He called them holograms, but she refused to be in the room with him when they appeared. Lately, he practiced imaginary foes, and she loved watching him do it.