Starglow Basin Hawk of may

He surges forward, invading the tight space with the long hull of muscled body.

“Stop from what, Saya? You come to my desert to… serve Segundo? Draw blood? Torture?” His question was it’s own test. Only one was tolerated less than a rebel without a cause, and that was a liar. The intense slant of Osiel’s bloodied stare warned as much.

And still under scrutiny the lavender eyes intrigued, like two glimmering jewels embedded in sand. His gaze slid to the marks on her thighs.