Without turning around, Ramiel plunged his sword into the donkey's back and moved toward the two women. He couldn't let the precious blood go to waste. His weapon should be happy about that.
Asme watched everything in silence and obediently followed Ramiel. Her hand froze in the air just as she was about to touch a fragment of his robe.
The horned beauty tightened lips helplessly and lowered hand. Like the man, she wanted to lash out at him and not let go for the next week, but she held back. Asme even avoided talking to him.
The slightest interaction with him threatened to tear down the inner wall that held back her desires. It was not just a unilateral decision. Asme noticed the unspoken request during a brawl with Caspian.
Her lover's amethyst eyes even begged her to distance herself. Seeing them wither with longing and the need for closeness was a tad strange.
