Finally, she looked up to find Kalia sitting on the wooden stairs. The other woman was quite possibly the most beautiful thing Desa had ever seen: short and slim with long, brown hair that almost touched the small of her back. Her face was a perfect oval with a delicate nose and dark eyes that seemed to pull you in.
Today, Kalia had donned a sleeveless, red dress and a straw hat. She smiled when she realized that she had been discovered and slowly got to her feet. “Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked, descending the last few steps.
Shutting her eyes tight, Desa stiffened at the question. “It’s time,” she said, drawing her dagger from a sheath on her belt. She held the blade up in front of her face, fascinated by the way it caught the light. “The danger is over.”
She turned, dro
