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Not from the crowd cheering from the stands.
This was from somewhere else, a different plane altogether, piercing and familiar at the same time.
She glanced up and around the arena. It was a scene of chaos, and unable to pinpoint the trajectory of the gaze, she cursed under her breath.
Yet somehow, she had a clue as to whose it was.
She turned away and was engulfed in seconds by Kaniz.
‘Fokk, Shotelai, you did it!’
The rest of the kísími crew fell on Sana’a, handing out handshakes and claps on her back.
She took it all in with a slight smile, not used to the effusive reaction.
Sana’a let her new friends lead her back to the íkhara.
But in the back of her mind, he freakin’ lingered.
She dared not search for him in the crowd, not wanting to let him sense that she was luring him.
Into her trap, her fight master snare.
But this was her chance to intrigue him, rattle him, and make him believe she was the only one who could train him.
She was playing with fire, though.
Because Killen Sable was the kind of man with the untapped potency to flame her to ashes.
He also possessed an uncanny aptitude to read her, but she wondered if he’d the ability to discern her blades.
So she sent them a command.
With a slight flutter, one detached from her back, invisible like ether.
As she stepped into the tunnels leading to the change rooms, she dispatched it to seek him in the crowd behind her.
She slipped away from her crew and tracked fast to a dark, private corner, hidden from all eyes.
She grasped the second dagger and summoned it into its solid shape.
Its mirror-like surface gleamed, shimmered, and then revealed the view from the blade outside.
It scanned the crowds, moving like the breath of wind from face to face until it came to a shrouded hulk of male form hurrying from the arena.
As soon as the dagger converged on his presence, Killen came to an abrupt stop.
He wheeled about, staring straight into the flat edge, directly into Sana’a’s eyes in a steady, cold challenge.
She tamped down a gasp and glared back, narrowing her eyes.
In the blink of an eye, he reached out, nabbed the blade and twirled it.
The vision before her pivoted in all directions as he tossed it back into the air.
When the view adjusted, it showed him a few feet away. With his face still in shadow, he lifted a hand, saluted and turned away, disappearing into the distance.
Heart pounding, the shikari commanded her weapon to return.
