Gadrial froze. Nakir stood before her with a soft expression with a hint of desperation. How could he ask that of her? She did not love him, she had always thought of him as a friend except for the sexual tention but that was a whole diffrent story.
"I can not do that," she said and the tip of her blades touched the ground.
"Why Gabby?" Nakir asked and took a step towards her.
Why? Could he not see that she had no feelings towards him? Could he not understand that he does not make her heart and soul flutter? He made her wet between the legs but…
"I feel nothing for you, Na'ir. I can not choose you," She replied slowly.
Nakir paused, his face reflected anger along with an emptiness that she could not comprehend. He lifted his blade and his lips drew back in a snarl, "How can you say that? How can you say that you do not harbour any feelings for me?"
