d left in Gunner's body worked a miracle. The

na strapped a crude, wove

rested on the hilt of a jagged bone knife at his waist.

wn the dirt path leading to

ssing a basin of dirty water into th

head. It was like she was watchi

r females walking by. She pointed at Kiana a

"The wicked bitch didn't whip him to deat

"She's probably dragging him into the forest to feed him

ds carried clearly throu

urned white. His vertical pupils narrowed into deadly slits. H

d her head and looked directly a

fit. Just a cold, empty stare. She looked at

ed her mouth shut. It wasn't just the freezing emptiness in Kiana's eyes that terrified them; it was the absolute, unnatural calmness. This was entirely d

word to them. She turned

er, her voice completely bored

rofile. His heart gave

ted a bloody brawl right here in the dirt. This

he tree line and in

sun. The air turned damp, smelling of rotting leaves an

epping slightly in front of Kiana to

phere. Her eyes scanned the un

l, incredibly tough-lookin

ife from her belt, and slashed down

scanning the trees. "What

ols," Kian

ded the tough grass with practiced, mechanical precision. I

le of grass had been transformed i

ed her hands

m didn't just know how to cook. She held survival knowl

finished net to G

The grass fibers groaned, but the knots he

r the first time since she had arrived in this wor