He shielded her with his body as they crossed
the sidewalk and she inserted her key card into the door's lock. When the door opened, he
grabbed her arm to keep her from entering the building before he scanned the hallway,
then the street.
"You're making me nervous!" she snapped.
"You should be nervous."
Kiara gnashed her teeth in frustration, stepped into the corridor and headed for the lift.
"My flat is on the top floor."
"I know."
He infuriated her. If he knew so much, why didn't he lead the way? Oh what she wouldn't give to knock some of his cockiness out of him. "It must thrill you to always be right,"
she said testily, pushing the number for her floor.
As the doors closed, he faced her. "You can attack me all you wish. I don't give a minsid damn whether or not you like me. But you will respect me, listen to me, and obey me!"
Anger stung her cheeks at his rapid dictation for her behavior. "I'm not yours, you have
no ownership papers! My God, I haven't even hired you."
"You haven't, your father has."
Kiara stiffened in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean? I was there when Rachol
turned my father's proposal down."
"We reconsidered."
The knot in her stomach loosened. "Why?"
He stepped back from her. "Pitala and Aksel Bredeh."
Kiara frowned. Pitala she knew only too well. "What is Aksel Bredeh?"
"He's another rancid mercenary assassin, mu Tara. "
She clenched her teeth. "Why do you keep calling me Tara? Is it an insult?"
Nykyrian tensed for a moment. "It's Andarion for lady," he said softly and turned away from her.
"Oh," she whispered, curious as to why he chose to call her that after his rough treatment of her.
"Who is Aksel Bredeh?" she asked at last, wondering what there was to the new
mercenary that would motivate Nykyrian to help her. Could he be any worse than Pitala?
She shivered at the thought. Silence answered her question.
She glared at Nykyrian, awaiting a response. Before she could ask again, the doors
opened on her floor.
Nykyrian stepped out and scanned the corridor.
Tempted to shove him and say boo, Kiara bet herself he'd jump twelve feet. Or shoot her,
her mind cautioned. If he really were an ex-League Assassin, he was very dangerous if
startled.
She reached her door and stopped. "This has been tampered with," she whispered to Nykyrian, seeing a strange device hooked into her card slot.
She swallowed the panic surging through her body. Someone was inside her flat! She
could hear them.
Cold fear washed over her.
Nykyrian pulled her behind him then knocked twice.
"Who is it?" a deep growling voice asked from inside.
"The Tourah Beast," Nykyrian answered sarcastically. "Open the damn door before I get shot in the hallway!'
"Geez, what a temper," the voice said as the door slid open to reveal a large Andarion male.
Kiara's heart slid into her stomach at the massive form. She had thought Nykyrian to be
tall. This man stood a head taller. His long teeth flashed at her.
Was he considering her for dinner?
Nykyrian grabbed her arm and pulled her past the man.
Her eyes widened as she brushed up against the Andarion's chest. The crimson and white
eyes sent a chill down her spine. No wonder Nykyrian wore dark glasses. Eyes like those
were terrifying.
"Where's Rachol?" another voice drew her attention to her couch.
"On his way," Nykyrian responded.
Kiara stared at the human male reclining on her couch with his feet propped up on her
table. His dark auburn hair, almost as long as Nykyrian's, concealed the right side of his
face. He seemed completely comfortable in her home.
The sight angered her.
How dare they invade her privacy in such a manner. Her agitation increased when the
Andarion returned to her favorite armchair, picked up her bag of friggles from the low
table and began munching them!
Seizing the bag, she narrowed her eyes. "This is my home, not some free-house!"
The Andarion looked at Nykyrian, his eyes wide.
the sidewalk and she inserted her key card into the door's lock. When the door opened, he
grabbed her arm to keep her from entering the building before he scanned the hallway,
then the street.
"You're making me nervous!" she snapped.
"You should be nervous."
Kiara gnashed her teeth in frustration, stepped into the corridor and headed for the lift.
"My flat is on the top floor."
"I know."
He infuriated her. If he knew so much, why didn't he lead the way? Oh what she wouldn't give to knock some of his cockiness out of him. "It must thrill you to always be right,"
she said testily, pushing the number for her floor.
As the doors closed, he faced her. "You can attack me all you wish. I don't give a minsid damn whether or not you like me. But you will respect me, listen to me, and obey me!"
Anger stung her cheeks at his rapid dictation for her behavior. "I'm not yours, you have
no ownership papers! My God, I haven't even hired you."
"You haven't, your father has."
Kiara stiffened in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean? I was there when Rachol
turned my father's proposal down."
"We reconsidered."
The knot in her stomach loosened. "Why?"
He stepped back from her. "Pitala and Aksel Bredeh."
Kiara frowned. Pitala she knew only too well. "What is Aksel Bredeh?"
"He's another rancid mercenary assassin, mu Tara. "
She clenched her teeth. "Why do you keep calling me Tara? Is it an insult?"
Nykyrian tensed for a moment. "It's Andarion for lady," he said softly and turned away from her.
"Oh," she whispered, curious as to why he chose to call her that after his rough treatment of her.
"Who is Aksel Bredeh?" she asked at last, wondering what there was to the new
mercenary that would motivate Nykyrian to help her. Could he be any worse than Pitala?
She shivered at the thought. Silence answered her question.
She glared at Nykyrian, awaiting a response. Before she could ask again, the doors
opened on her floor.
Nykyrian stepped out and scanned the corridor.
Tempted to shove him and say boo, Kiara bet herself he'd jump twelve feet. Or shoot her,
her mind cautioned. If he really were an ex-League Assassin, he was very dangerous if
startled.
She reached her door and stopped. "This has been tampered with," she whispered to Nykyrian, seeing a strange device hooked into her card slot.
She swallowed the panic surging through her body. Someone was inside her flat! She
could hear them.
Cold fear washed over her.
Nykyrian pulled her behind him then knocked twice.
"Who is it?" a deep growling voice asked from inside.
"The Tourah Beast," Nykyrian answered sarcastically. "Open the damn door before I get shot in the hallway!'
"Geez, what a temper," the voice said as the door slid open to reveal a large Andarion male.
Kiara's heart slid into her stomach at the massive form. She had thought Nykyrian to be
tall. This man stood a head taller. His long teeth flashed at her.
Was he considering her for dinner?
Nykyrian grabbed her arm and pulled her past the man.
Her eyes widened as she brushed up against the Andarion's chest. The crimson and white
eyes sent a chill down her spine. No wonder Nykyrian wore dark glasses. Eyes like those
were terrifying.
"Where's Rachol?" another voice drew her attention to her couch.
"On his way," Nykyrian responded.
Kiara stared at the human male reclining on her couch with his feet propped up on her
table. His dark auburn hair, almost as long as Nykyrian's, concealed the right side of his
face. He seemed completely comfortable in her home.
The sight angered her.
How dare they invade her privacy in such a manner. Her agitation increased when the
Andarion returned to her favorite armchair, picked up her bag of friggles from the low
table and began munching them!
Seizing the bag, she narrowed her eyes. "This is my home, not some free-house!"
The Andarion looked at Nykyrian, his eyes wide.
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