“Vacushta.” Confusion drew on Morielle’s face. She subtly peered behind him to see if someone among his saighs was with him. But he appeared to be alone. “What are you doing here?”
The Reoc’s heart pumped hard inside her chest. The Naim King never set foot on Praseketra while she was on training up to now. But here he was.
Did he seek me?
Her hand itched to unsheathe the sword hanging on her waist. It was the sword he gifted her, which she wondered when she could use it against him. His gaze fell on that weapon; amusement was apparently mirrored in his eyes.
Is this the time to use it?
Before she could even think more, she already unsheathed her sword and lunged at him, aiming at his throat. The Naim King easily dodged her attack, stepping sideways. His agility amazed her momentarily.
