that bloody street battle.
Her hands were coated in drying blood and her blouse was shredded. Long strands of hair had escaped her high ponytail, loosely framing her face. Her hair was like lilac-tinted starlight, and her eyes were the richest shade of orange; twin glowing embers in an otherwise expressionless face.
She had regal features and delicately pointed ears. She was completely unadorned. She wore no jewelry, no make-up, and her face was free from surgical modification.
Kai hadn’t seen a Kordolian up close before.
This one was tall and ethereal, and the effect she had on him was most unexpected.
He found himself wanting to talk to her. He wanted to tease out the thoughts and secrets hidden beneath her cool exterior.
He was intrigued, and that rarely ever happened.
Kai blinked, shaking his head slightly. He couldn’t afford to be distracted right now.
Banri stood at a respectful distance, waiting expectantly for Kai’s instructions. The big enforcer met his boss’s gaze.
“Take her back,” Kai said. “I will stay here and wait for news of Melia.”
CHAPTER FOUR
To Zyara’s surprise, the Human bowed. It wasn’t a pompous, flourishing bow such as might be performed in the Kythian Court. This gesture was deep, solemn, and very serious.
The Human rose again, regarding her with a serious expression. “My sincere thanks for your assistance,” he said softly, as he rose to his full height. He was only slightly taller than her. “My man will take you back now.” His dark eyes traveled over her figure, and Zyara suddenly felt self-conscious.
She was bloody and disheveled, in stark contrast to her strange companion, who wore an impeccably fitted suit.
He was all sharp lines and perfect darkness, with not a thread or hair out of place. He moved with graceful economy, and Zyara got a sense of carefully restrained power.
What an unusual Human.
She looked down at her hands, which were coated in blood.
He followed the direction of her stare, an unfathomable expression on his face.
Zyara couldn’t read this male at all. He turned and locked eyes with his colleague. “Make sure she gets anything she wants. If she wishes to refresh herself before returning to her companions, she may use the guest facilities in my residence.”
The large man’s only response was a slight quirk of his eyebrow, indicating his surprise. But it was quickly hidden. He nodded in acknowledgement, stepping around to the driver’s side. He gestured towards the front passenger seat, making a face. “It’s less than ideal. My apologies. I would normally offer you the back seat, however it is… unsuitable right now.”
The back seat was, of course, coated in blood.
Zyara had no idea what was so problematic about sitting in the front, but she didn’t want to offend these odd, overly formal Humans with any uninformed questions, so she simply inclined her head in acknowledgment.
“Banri will take you back now.” The Human gestured towards his vehicle, his arm outstretched.
And just like that, Zyara slipped into the car and was whisked away from the dock, away from the mysterious Human with depthless black eyes who had treated her with an almost reverential level of respect.
She glanced out of the rear window as the hover-car started to rise and drift away from the dock. He stood there motionlessly, seeing them off. He cut a striking figure in the harsh light, and Zyara had to tear her eyes away from him.
She had so many questions.
These Humans were different to the ordinary citizens she’d encountered on the streets of Darkside. These men struck her as predators. They seemed to inhabit a hidden world, one closed off to all but the closest insiders.
And yet at the same time, they’d been nothing but proper with her, treating her as if she were Earth nobility. She didn’t feel any threat from them whatsoever.
Earth had so many layers.
Human civilization was proving to be much more intricate and complex than she had
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