Enchantress

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“Jazmin,” he said looking up at the woman he addressed. Draped lavishly in golden encrusted jewels and jade stones. “Such a delicate name for a strong woman.”
With eyes filled with cunning and mirth and her hand in his, he drops to a knee in a somewhat graceful bow. As he rises to his feet he attempts to cheat, with a kiss to the hand he holds.
His mind clearly occupied with plans filled with greed, he did not see her pull away with a sneer on her lip. One that she quickly covers with a cold, calculated grin. She must bide her time and indulge in this ruse.
“What do you have to give, Street rat?” she asked with a purr.
“I am but a humble merchant your grace.” A wicked grin spread across his mouth as he added, “with a particular skill set.”

to be continued...

~ Jess Bagnall