Chapter 5: The Kriss
With the blade from the thrown knife still quivering in the tabletop just centimeters from her hand, and with Gitana glaring at her a look that would have scorched lead, Eva risked a quick glance back at Pias. “What’s going on?” she whispered. “Can she get away with this?”
Pias nodded. “Unfortunately, by ancient tradition she has the right to duel with anyone who has besmirched her honor or stolen the love of the man she thinks is rightfully hers. As far as I know that tradition hasn’t been invoked in more than a century—but it does exist.”
Gitana was coming nearer, still ranting. “If the gadji sow wants my man, she can have him only over my own bleeding corpse. Or I will have him over hers.”
Eva looked quickly around the table, but was met with looks of stony impa
