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A hooded figure seated in the lower public seats, his profile flanked by two gargantuan hulks.
His face was cast in gloom, hidden beneath his cowl.
It was as dark as a raven’s feathers, concealing him in a shroud of mystery that absorbed the light around him.
His tall and imposing form sat forward, his arms draped on one thick thigh crossed over his knee.
Her heart lurched, eyes falling on his unmistakable and rugged jawline.
Lifting a hand, he gave her a lazy, single-finger salute, his lips twitching.
The muscles in his biceps and chest rippled beneath the fabric of his shirt, a testament to his physical strength. And though he carried himself with a sense of calm and control, his silver eyes had a fierce, almost wild glint.
Even from a distance, Sana’a could feel a prickling sensation on her skin, as if static electricity was building up around him. It was a tingling reminder of the intensity of his hidden power.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, locking eyes with him.
After a beat, she turned away and loped into the tunnel.
The following minutes were spent receiving congratulations from her k?st members, Kesia and Kaniz. Even Kiho from Kalila’s eyrie swung by with a wry grin and a clap on her back.
‘You fokkin’ destroyed Kartik,’ he growled with a laugh. ‘He’s still muttering in shock and sitting half-dazed in disbelief like a sad flycatcher.’
She responded with a half smile, eyes darting around, sensing his presence and searching for him in the crowded chamber.
The second everyone’s attention fell from her, Sana’a slipped away to escape the reverie of her k?thi crew’s celebration, which was descending into rabble-rousing and drinking.
First, to collect her winners’ bounty, flicking the schills into her account via her commtab.
Next, needing some air, she decided to walk through the city.
She also needed to work through her consternation at sighting him.
Although she knew that meeting him would once more be inevitable, seeing him ringside had thrown her.
She wasn’t primed.
Not for his smouldering, piercing, blade-like gaze that cut through to the heart.
Not for the upturn of his lush lips as he smirked at her.
Not for his intensity, nor his potency, never for his disdain.
Chapter 16
The canals of Katánopolis were a long, unstructured maze of waterways that meandered through the burg.
They stretched on for an eternity, twisting and turning like a tangled web of elaborate veins. The gentle lapping of waves against the river walls was a constant background noise, accompanied by the occasional splash of a passing boat and the distant chatter of locals.
The clear, mountain-fed water reflected the sky and carried Killen’s eye to the river kondolars snaking under Kos’ ancient, romantic bridges. Where loved ones strolled and held hands, sharing secrets as they’d done for centuries long.
He strode along, willing the woman tracking fast before him to reveal her enigmatic mysteries to him.
Sana’a was a conundrum, a temperamental freakin’ lure.
One Killen was reluctant to tangle with.
But needs must, he thought to himself.
