Swiftcurrent Creek rasputin

he wanted her as a warrior? that was unheard of; she expected to have her other leg broken. the flash of the night man's teeth brought no flinch nor blink.

again, had he wanted to kill her, she would be dead. what then was the purpose of keeping her alive? "not awqalli now," muskrat pointed out with a flare of condescension and even more resignation to the fate as of yet unknown.

she grinned up at him with her fierce citrus eyes. "you kill me, tuta runa?" a pitiful kill for a warrior such as him, but muskrat did not retreat. she would not submit to his murder but she would not flee.

she wanted to know what he wanted.