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She whipped it around in a smooth gesture, the unusual ore radiant in the dim light of the tavern.
Placing it on the neck of the man she’d overpowered where the blade, glass-like and see-through, shimmered and vibrated with power as if hungry for a kill.
It also emitted a strong resonance that had the punters rethinking their life choices.
The thug struggled under her. ‘I’ll pull you apart with my talons!’
‘Don’t think you have a chance now, do you? All I need from you is a promise to chill,’ she warned, her voice low and dangerous. ‘I came here to enjoy a drink, not to play footsie or brawl with a junk rider.’
The group hesitated, eyeing her with guarded wariness.
Killen smiled at the fear in their eyes. She was small compared to their looming seven feet Kän?dôr height, but fokk, she was fierce and freakin’ badass.
‘Oy,’ one of them said. ‘Isn’t she that bird that’s been beating k?thi ass at the arena?’
His friends swayed in, staring some more at her.
The man with his face on the counter mumbled something.
‘Tis her, you hoary puffleg,’ replied another of his mates, his eyes bugging out at her.
The tense moment stretched until one of the ruffians stepped forward, his hands held up in surrender. ‘We didn’t mean to bother you,’ he said, his voice pleading. ‘We were just lookin’ for some fun. We didn’t intend any harm.’
Sana’a nodded, lifting her palm from the still-prostrate man and flicking her fingers to command her blade.
It shimmered and disappeared into a lustrous vapour that slid into its hidden sheath behind her back. ‘Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me and get the fokk away from me.’
The Kän?dôr she’d freed shot up and away from her, back to the safety of his friends from where he glowered at her.
She slammed back her drink just as Killen detached himself from the wall he’d been leaning on and tracked toward her with a slight smile. The group’s eyes followed his trajectory.
‘Oy,’ they called, realising he was with her. ‘We didn’t mean anything,’ their eyes flickered in fear as they sized the massive man, sensing his unbridled power.
‘Just get the hell out of here,’ he murmured.
They fled.
Chapter 25
Sana’a spotted Killen’s silver gaze as it scorched the Kän?dôrs’ behinds as they scrambled out the door.
With a smirk, he turned to her, pulling up close to her at the bar as she flicked up a finger and signalled for another round.
Killen ordered his drink, too, eyes trained on her.
When their refreshments arrived, he leaned into her. ‘Damn Switchblade,’ he rasped. ‘You’re like a wild gyrfalcon in flight, deflecting flycatchers and mean little peckers with killer instincts.’
She shrugged. ‘I’ve seen dullards like him before. I learnt a long time ago how to read a situation: when to act nice, ignore them, be firm, and when to blade their balls off.’
He threw his head back and laughed, his rumble sustained. ‘Woman, you’re a treasure.’
She gave him a coy smile that he returned.
Her heart fluttered in response.
Damn. She was struggling to control her reactions to him.
And how he’d cleared the room with his quiet menace, not by starting any mess and being a jackass, which he could have, by fokkin’ up her bully.
