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When it whispered into her palms, she sheathed both daggers away from view, hands shaking, sweaty.
She had her answer.
He was a shikashu.
At that moment, Sana’a realised that although Killen had off-the-charts hawkstone power, it only made him a much more desirable yet unattainable beast of prey. The predator of her dreams.
Dismissing him from her mind, she strode after her k?thi master into the changing rooms.
Even though all the while, her spine shivered, snaking with sensation as the scorched gaze never left her.
Chapter 13
Fokk.
His heart had lurched the second he’d seen her soar into the battle ring.
It had thudded so hard in his chest that it had impacted through his body, hiding his unbidden reaction, his hardening cock, in his cowl.
When it kicked in again, his hawkstone thrummed.
It was saturated with churning emotions at the sight of the woman haunting his dreams and hereafter visions.
When he confronted her in her bedchamber to probe her reasons for being on Katáne, he had seen enough to not judge her threat any more.
Since then, unable to keep her from his mind, he’d slipped from the warrior kambí.
Winging to the Sab?r Arena in stealth to watch her kick ass in the Kos’ most prominent k?thi arena.
She fought with a prowess he’d never witnessed before. Her blade thrusts were minimal yet true, almost always landing where they were aimed.
Her muscles were taut and defined. When she clenched her fists around the hilt of her weapon, the force of her grip turned her knuckles white.
She moved with a fluid grace, each movement purposeful and powerful.
Every time he laid eyes on her, he was seared by the heat radiating off Sana’a’s body.
Fokk, sparks flew.
Her ferocity, a tangible energy, emanated from her core, like she’d consume and command any challenge in her path.
It was as if lightning had been bottled and set free, a chaotic and uncontainable might that cracked and sparked with intensity.
It didn’t help that her diamond-flecked eyes, long dark mane, full lips, and controlled power were playing with his mind.
As were the torturous dreams of her, the endless, heated visions of her beauty, her command and strength, riding him, sexing him, fokkin’ him till he wept with pleasure.
Desire tore through him like a storm, and he cursed.
Yet in the split second they’d locked eyes, his hawk-eye perception had seen colours and hues never imagined surrounding her, an aura of such clarity and power it had almost floored now.
Now, it lingered, giving his vision a lucidity he’d never experienced like her presence had filtered out the shadows.
The truth was, her energy was feral. It set him off. Every movement was electric, crackling with a fierce intensity that could not be contained. It was like she was a bolt of lightning, ready to strike with precision and potency.
Her blades were savage, an entity unto themselves.
It’d been madness to touch one because his cognition had been bombarded with a battlefield of conflicting prophecies even in that second of connection with it.
