In a gesture that was deeply unladylike. Sastra lifted her shoulders in a shrug and turned away from the man. What else was there to be said? He reached for her as she moved, hand curling around her arm. She reacted on the instinct built from a day of sparring with Ari. Turning her hand in a large circle which broke the hold as she stepped forward, turning on her foot and brought her hand across his cheek. The resounding slap broke across the night, echoing through the trees.
He stared at her, stunned for a moment and Sastra was unable to moved. Shocked by her own actions. The man moved towards her, and she took a step back. Her hands lifted in small fists, defensive. Kivan took a breath, lifting his own hands up to hold them, palm towards her at shoulder height. The sting of her slap ac
