Iskandel’s gaze fell on her slender shoulders as they gave a tiny twitch. Hashana, who had dropped her eyes to the ground, quickly composed her expression and swallowed. She was used to being the center of attention, yet there was something strangely tangible about Iskandel’s gaze. She knew perfectly well that a person’s eyes could not actually touch her skin, but it felt as if a thin, rough summer cloth were brushing against her. Trying not to dwell on that peculiar sensation, she answered his complaint.