Garnt halted his horse just a few feet away from Kali, eyeing her with a mixture of suspicion and irritation. Her half-naked figure was shining in the sunlight as she stood on the wall, but Garnt didn't even bother to look at her in that way, instead, he only felt anger looking at her.
"Kali," he spat her name, "What game are you playing now? You know this village has suffered enough. What do you want? Do you want that wretched Moga to abuse women in this village?"
Kali, still holding Telvi over her shoulder, descended from the wall with an eerie grace. Her crimson eyes bore into Garnt's, and she responded with a sinister smile.
"Garnt, my dear, I just want to have a little chat with my beloved person here," she said, patting Telvi's unconscious form. "Nothing more, nothing less."
Garnt's gaze flickered between Kali and Telvi, a frown deepening on his face. He raised his hand, signalling for Kali to release Telvi.
