It wasn't Luke's fault. Grella's sweet lips were entirely to blame.
He had been so engrossed in kissing her that he hadn't noticed someone approaching from behind.
Usually, someone of a grown man stature surely would have got his attention or the sound of their footsteps would have never missed his senses. But well, there are times when a man forgets the world and focus on the treat he was presented with.
And now, well...
The entire tribe stood before him. Warriors armed with weapons surrounded him, while the tribe's chief, Gandhak, glared at him with undisguised fury.
"You! You dare betray me?!" the man roared, clearly enraged that his mate had chosen another man over him.
Grella stood beside Luke, her gaze lowered and her body trembling slightly.
"I've seen this man before! He appeared here some time ago, too!" one of the warriors exclaimed, pointing his short blade at Luke.
Hmm?
Perhaps the man had caught a glimpse of him during all the chaos back then.
Well, who cared?
