***
Kalahari was relaxing, or so it seemed, as she sat on rubble near the train tracks.
The dim, flickering lights barely touched her figure, making it hard to tell where she began and the shadows ended.
Only the faint outline of her body could be seen, and even that shifted and faded when the light moved.
Her long cloak, as black as Emir's eyes, draped over her slender frame, concealing her features, as did her Specialization, bonding her with the surrounding shadows.
Opposite her lay a man shrouded in the same darkness, his eyes gleaming with anger.
There was no need to guess what happened and what was currently happening.
The truth hung between them as heavy as the night itself.
He was being toyed with.
If one could see Kalahari's stuttering smile, that would be all but denied.
Rather, it was apparent that she had found it quite funny.
