"...What is that in your hand?" Orion asked with narrowed eyes, gesturing towards the red cloth Na-Ri carried. Kyle's gaze shifted to the ground as he realised the liquid dripping from it was blood, and unmistakably human.
Had she truly killed a human, and more specifically one of the zealots?
He blinked twice, forcing himself to regain composure. This was precisely one of the reasons he could never allow himself to lust after her. If not for that manual intervention, the incident from many days ago would never have taken place.
The beautiful stranger stood before him as a cold-blooded killer. The evidence remained in her hand, held with casual detachment, without the faintest flicker of regret or emotion.
From the very first time they had met, when she had declared she could kill him without hesitation yet chose not to because he was unworthy of her blade, that memory had lingered like a wound that never healed.
