““That only seemed to anger her more. “Are you the one who will take me home?” “If you prefer, I could float you back.” He expected her to cut loose with profanity all over him. But she surprised him. “You know, your sarcasm isn’t appreciated right now. I’ve been drugged, beaten, nearly raped, saved, drugged again, hijacked, and now threatened by you. Tell me, what else should I look forward to? Torture, or just a good maiming?” Nykyrian did something he’d never done before. He backed off. She was right. She’d been through one hell of an ordeal and all things considered, she’d come out of it with her spirit intact. He cut a slight bow to her. “Forgive me, mu Tara. I’m not trained for manners.” Kiara would have asked him what he was trained for, but the answer was obvious. To kill.””
