Marked By My Prey
“You knew we'd come, didn't you? You used us!”
I ignore him. “Anything else to report?”
“Nothing else of note, Master,” Derrick replies, keeping his stance formal, though his eyes linger on Eira for a second longer than necessary. He has questions. “The perimeter is secure.”
“Good.” They can wait. My eyes fix back on her. Her breathing is getting shallow, altogether too fast.
“Why?” she asks, the tip of her dagger dipping a little.
“Why what?” Her balance is also shifting, her weight leaning heavily on her back leg as if her knees are threatening to give out.