~ TARKYN ~
When the door closed behind the shaking Elreth, the room got darker. But with the high windows in the tree, it wasn't enough to affect either of them.
Zev's smile grew as he prowled towards Tarkyn, who'd stood at the other end of the cell, waiting, so he wasn't a threat. Zev flipped the spear up with a quick twist of his wrist, and any hope Tarkyn might have had that he didn't know how to use a weapon of that design went out the proverbial window.
Shit.
Zev stalked straight up to him, bringing the spear level and pointed straight at Tarkyn's throat.
Tarkyn braced—would the male simply slay him?—but he felt the way Zev braced as the cold of that blade reached his collarbones.
So the male knew how to use it, but didn't know as well as Tarkyn how to defend against it. It was a position that gave Tarkyn a fighting chance if the male decided to kill him.
