The longer the fight lasted, the more wounds Abziarr and Marruk inflicted upon one another. Even from a distance Keela could see that both men were already breathing heavily and sweating. She had never considered herself to be squeamish, but seeing her mate bleeding from numerous wounds made her anxious and she bit into her hand until she realised that her teeth had already left deep impressions in her flesh.
“My Lady,” Maara’s voice could suddenly be heard and Keela was shocked out of her observations.
“Maara!” she called out excitedly. “I don’t believe it! How did you manage that?”
“No time for explanations. You have to stop them!” said Maara urgently.
The door opened and Keela uttered a cry of joy.
“Thank you, Maara! Thank you!” cried Keela, rushing from the room.
***
Marruk was
