AllFreeNovel
Share Us
They wandered the winding streets, skirting past revellers, following a cobblestone walk that wound towards the central strip, which was packed with eateries, taverns and kantinas.
When one of them jostled Sana’a, Killen pulled her close.
She shot her eyes up to him, which set off a kick to his core and a rush of blood to his cock.
Fokk, he wanted her.
The question was, did she want him, too?
He resolved to find out as much this night.
She didn’t pull away after the bump with the stranger, so Killen kept his arm over her shoulder, breathing her essence in, needing, wanting, yearning.
They tracked past a tiny tavern nestled in the heart of the city.
It was low-lit inside, with a small fire burning in the hearth. Groups of Katánians gathered around the table, drinking and laughing out loud.
‘This one, perhaps?’ he rasped.
‘Fine by me,’ she said with a slight shrug.
‘You go in,’ he murmured, ‘I’m going to see whether I can score some cheroots from the smoke vendor next door. I’ve taken a liking to them since my father introduced them to me.’
Sana’a hesitated for a moment but then nodded, pushing open the pub’s door and disappearing inside.
Killen tracked into the adjacent kiosk and purchased from the prattling, curious shopkeeper.
When he finally escaped and shouldered his way into the tavern, he found the place silent, with all the patron’s eyes locked on and ogling one person.
Sana’a.
She sat at the bar ordering a drink, ignoring the unbidden stares.
The bartender eyed her with wariness but poured her a mug of ale.
Sana’a took a sip, savouring the bitter taste on her tongue. She leaned against the counter, eyes narrowed on a band of drunk punters.
Just as Killen was about to set out to her, one of the leering men lurched towards her.
He was a burly Kän?dôr with a bushy beard and a tawny, fulvous krest with edges torn either in battle or a brawl.
As he approached Sana’a’, he attempted to switch his drunken wobble into a swagger.
Killen cocked his head and, with a smirk, lurked in the shadows, waiting to see how the scene played out.
‘Well, well, well,’ the Kän?dôr drawled, his words slurring. ‘What do we have here? A little xkénos lady all on her own.’
The shikari ignored him, taking another sip of her drink.
The man leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. ‘You know, I could take you home with me. Show you a good time,’ he growled.
Sana’a stiffened and turned with slow nonchalance to face him. ‘I don’t think so,’ she murmured, her voice light but laced with steel.
The Kän?dôr laughed, his clawed talons snaking out to grab her wrist. ‘Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be shy.’
Sana’a’s hand blurred into motion, and before the man knew what was happening, she twisted his arm and slammed him face-first into the bar.
The other men at the table stood up, claws going to their napes and krests, ready to withdraw their sab?rs, but Sana’a was already moving. She flicked her hand, and one of her gleaming SHärd blades formed in her grasp.
