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Damn. She was meant to be seducing him, not insulting him.
Her tendency to speak her mind was letting her down and could set her mission back.
She changed tack. ‘I didn’t mean to insult you, sire. I have no filter and tend to state the opposite of what I need to say when drawn to one’s aura.’
‘So you should be,’ Kione, the more jovial of the Katánian trio but still a devastatingly dangerous behemoth, quipped from a few feet away. ‘It’s pulsing off him in waves that can be seen from space. He’s just off a battlefield where he felled a great old warrior.’
‘Hush now, Kione.’ The rasped command came from the enigmatic man by her side.
Sana’a ignored her seat-mate’s play at humility. ‘Is he indeed? He seems so sanguine.’
‘Kill has the look of a dove, but he fights like a predatory eagle with zero fokks to give,’ Kione added with a smirk.
‘Kill?’
The silver colossus smirked. ‘Tis my kína, what people call me.’
‘How apt.’ Because I’m about to slay you.
Again, he sliced his gaze toward her and narrowed those eyes as if connecting to her soul and reading her mind.
Seconds later, the keen focus fell away, replaced once more by frigid distance.
She slow-blinked at him, wondering if she’d imagined the moment.
His eyes flicked over her as if unmoved by the effort she’d put into her outfit. ‘Your name?’
‘Sana’a.’ There was no need to conceal her ID, given he’d soon be floating with the ghouls of Pegasi.
‘One wistful enough to make a man sing songs and write endless reams of poetry. Where are you from, fair Sana’a?’ the giant rumbled on.
She gave him a beguiling smile. ‘Here and there. You?’
‘My home is neither here nor there, ’ he rasped. ‘Because home is not where we live -’
Sana’a interjected without thinking. ‘It is where we belong.’
She finished the sentence for him, and he raised a brow. ‘You know the old proverbs,’ he said.
‘I often draw from their deeper meaning.’
Their eyes met in another clash of heat and, more profound still, a shared understanding. Once again, she sensed his energy shift and the hint of a rare sapient spirit leak out.
It unnerved her. She bit her lip, desperate to keep any feelings out of anything she had to do that evening.
He eyed her over his massive tankard, that keen gaze settling on her. ‘You’re a curious one, Sana’a.’
‘Don’t study me. I’m not quantifiable,’ she threw back.
She swore the glowing jewel on his forehead flashed when she shot him a saucy smile.
His guards turned away from them.
The sterner-faced one crossed his large hands over his chest and continued his avid perusal for unseen ghouls and spectres.
At the same time, Kione, the more affable of the two, entertained the gaggle of laughing women still hovering nearby.
Which left Sana’a’s quarry all to herself.
