Pinned
WITH A HAND TO HOLD | Chapter 6
Qimir was staring up at the stars. The line of his jaw was sharp, washed in red. His eyes found Osha's the best they could and he spoke with his voice low. “Then prove it.”
The moon seemed too bright. The hum of her saber was too loud. Darkness pulled at her, twisted inside her.
“Prove it, Osha.” His hand slid up to rest on her thigh, warm through the damp fabric. “Look me in the eyes and kill me.”
He looked at her with acceptance. The same way he had looked at Master Sol, but he wasn't smiling now.
She raised her saber.